March 2014Creme de la Chic: March 2014

A SHORE THING

3.25.2014




Anchor blouse c/o Sincerely Sweet Boutique / Quilted satchel Unknown coat F21 / Gold collar necklace c/o Sincerely Sweet Boutique / Anchor earring Urban Outfitters / skirt F21 / booties Steve Madden / pink stud earrings F21 / Dogeared rings



        Random flurries of snowstorms poisoning the chameleon-like, unstable weather of rare sunny days is something I've come to get used to. But after a breezy weekend of cheekster/chubbies-inducing weather based on New York standards, I decided to, dare I say--wear a maxi A-line skirt. I know, I know. I'm pretty badass (sassy emoji flipping hair included). I felt like I was unearthing a dusty, ancient book caked in skeletal remains when I was burrowing through my skirt drawer. It definitely felt like a monumental fashion moment given light of the fact that it's supposed to snow tonight... in spring! 

           Honestly, I can't count the number of times I've theatrically grunted in envy and channeled my inner Hulk whenever I thumb through Instagram to come across scenic pics of radiant skies and a smattering of florals galore. Who would have thought I'd be ashamedly praying to the Weather Channel Gods in the end of March for just one day for me to be able to slip on my ultra-thin chiffon pastel dress and vibrantly patterned kimono without catching some deadly sickness.   

           But thankfully, I had the miraculous moment of gleefully displaying my hidden gams (*gasp*) in my flirty streamlined, retro-esque skirt. For some reminiscent hints of my (excessive) daydreams of therapeutically sipping on a strawberry smoothie near the shore side, I strutted out my dorm building in an navy blue, breezy blouse sprinkled in anchors. (Ahoy, matey!)  The paper-thin, breathable blouse gifted graciously by Sincerely Sweet Boutique added a nautical twist while the ultrachic collar chain necklace stepped up the playfulness with a touch of glam. Now I definitely want to lounge around a yacht soaking up the scorching sun in my tortoise sunnies. 
 
           Oh, guess what? I finally checked Shake Shack and Amorino on my list of typical NY tourist things-to-do. Creamy Hazelnut and Cinnamon Cookie Crumb in the shape of a delicately sculptured flower? You'd have to be a Hazelnut to turn down this French delicacy. It was definitely worth the hair-scratchingly foreign yet luxe words such as Nocciola Tonda e Gentile for Hazelnut. The luxe part definitely explains the fact that it was třes expensive for what it seemed like a kid-sized spoonful of gelato. As for Shake Shack, In-n-Out is undeniably better. Period. 
          
 

FLORAL KINGDOM

3.17.2014



Thrifted lace vest // F21 jacket // Urban Outfitters romper // F21 ring // Dogeared layered rings // Pacsun necklace // Dogeared layered necklaces // Gifted spike bracelet // BCBGeneration booties // DIY floral crown

Guess what? It’s that time of year again. Yes, I’m talking about the drug-infested desert festivals (Coachella, anyone?), daisy decked cheeksters, crochet everything and of course, anything botanical. Splash in some (or a lot of) dehydration and desiccated, scorching hot climates and you have yourself a festival, polaroid-worthy weekend. For me, anything that includes florals on its mandatory checklist blossoms my inner flower child. Add a floral kingdom fit for a secret garden queen (pastels included) and a wardrobe of cream crochet and lace and I am in heaven.

For spring break, I’ve been back home in California, the city of Angels to be exact, and let's just say that I’m spending every other minute sighing in sheer happiness. The swaying evergreen palm trees, cool-wind climates, and tempting tan-worthy opportunities outside my balcony--green juice in hand--is enough to make me awkwardly "dance" to California Girls. The best part? My chance to finally strut around Americana at Brand in my shopping haven clad in my wooden-brown strappy sandals (which my feet are thanking me for after forcibly hibernating in airtight winter fur booties).

Sorry for the excessive glorification of the west coast, I just miss the California ambiance and the spring perfume lingering in the air.  When people tweet #westcoastbestcoast I definitely feel a poignant connection. But hey, the east coast is also pretty damn amazing! A girl just needs her own version of a warm, Corona drinking paradise by the beach (minus the unflattering beer belly). And, today’s tranquil Urth Caffe trip with my punk-chic rebel of a friend quenched my unrelenting thirst for an iced Matcha Green Tea bubble tea  BOBA as opposed to my usual Soy Honey Vanilla Latte.  Adding to my routine, it felt like second nature when I unconsciously ordered the Chicken Cilantro w/ Pesto (which I highly recommend for any of you Urth newbies).

Now back to soaking up the sun listening to the incessant chirps of obnoxious birds contrary to the natural honks of enraged taxi drivers. 

MIXED SIGNALS

3.07.2014


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 !