Steve Madden booties // Free People dress // LF sweater // F21 rings // Nordstrom BP collared shirt // Threadsence necklace // Urban Outfitters socks // UNIQLO tights // Urban Outfitters bag
I know, I know. I tend to endlessly babble about the bipolar, hormone-crazed weather like an elderly grandma visiting their grandchild. I (awkwardly) confess that it does end up formulating a pattern in my posts. But to be fair, it really does dictate my outfit! Let me just say, no matter where you are from, cold is cold. So don’t blame me if I’m baring an oversized eskimo puffer jacket to embark on an odyssey that is just 5 minutes way from my dorm. One thing is for sure when it comes to my wardrobe, I am never going to be caught dead in FuGGs. Sequined, knitted, tall or short, these bluntly designed “boots” transport me back to 7th grade cringe-worthy memories. (definitely one of those scrapbook photos you hide until they make a surprise visit after years of being forcibly hidden.)
Enough of my sartorial rant, (I have ADD moments when it comes to blogging) after attempting to hop on the 14 st. subway to the Metropolitan, I promenaded past a clandestine, understated street. The elusive evergreen vines plastered on the buttercream walls and the infamous cobblestone streetway (death to any footwear bearing higher than an inch) made me sigh in bliss. All you bloggers can definitely relate to this drool-worthy moment of unearthing a haven of blog-worthy pics!
Mauve doors complimenting muted slate grey windows and a hodgepodge of fire truck-red brick walls are just a small glimpse of this Italy-esque street. Despite the frigid and sudden drops of temperature and the sinister slip-inducing streets that required tiptoeing, it was absolutely breathtaking. This misfit of a street in the midst of New York’s rancid streets that are typically peppered with black trash bags was a much needed, refreshing escape.
Want to hear my face-palm inducing moment of the day? After minutes of internal debating which pastry to invest a meal swipe with (marble or pumpkin cupcake) I burrowed through all my pockets to end up empty-handed. I lost my ID and my keys! After retracing my steps and abandoning any chances of grabbing a soy latte in this Antarctic weather, I panicked and asked for a spare key (it was going to be $120 for replacements!) THANKFULLY, I found them in my other pocket of my satchel. Brownie points for Kelly for being an inattentive dummie! I definitely dodged the bullet of having to scrap up the rest of my (shopping) money.
Now, back to my bed-ridden day of Netflix overdose and overwhelming nausea. Thanks again, weather !