Hello lovelies! Lar, here. Stuck in bed on a steamy Atlanta Sunday with what I think is strep throat. Delightful, eh? I’ll try to not cough on you!
What I should be doing is helping Cath move (she’ll be about 5-10 minutes closer to me in her new place- woohoo!). Argh, I hate feeling like an invalid, especially because I know Cath is stressed today and I want to be there to lend a non-contagious hand.
Since Cath and I are not in any shape to be taking outfit photos today, I thought I would do a little cheat and show you what we wore last week when the weather decided to go all San Francisco on us and dip into the 60s as a high (we’re usually in the 80s and 90s this time of the year). Cooler weather means layers, even tights, which I usually can’t stand wearing. I love the way they look, but as a bunhead for more than 15 years it’s nice have have your legs free after so many years of incarceration. Oh and check out my brogues! They aren’t Prada (where for art thou, color blocked platform?) but thrifted Anne Klein finds!
(Below: Lawd, girlll, what is going on with your har?! Apologies, readers- I’ve given up. The haircut is still a few weeks away, but I can’t even be bothered to run a comb through my mane these last couple of days. Long hair and great amounts of Southern humidity do not mix well with me. I’ve always been hair lazy, but add frizz and I can’t even pretend it looks beachy-chic any more).
On moi/Lar: Betsy Johnson tee (hand-me-down from well-dressed cousin), dress is Ramona West vintage, tights unknown, brogues Finders Keepers, bag is Anne Taylor, trench is DKNY (both years old).
Cath has always been much better at mane-tenance (get it? sorry – stuck in bed all day does bad things to my blog writing). I aspire to be like her in the hair department. Though it is thoughtful of me to give you a good way to tell us apart, non? Lar = disheveled mess with a pouf, Cath = sleek, gorgeous locks regardless of style.
On Cath: H&M blazer and trousers, F21 leopard tee, Madewell belt and shoes, bracelets thrifted and Gorjana.
Happy moving, Kitcath! And to the rest of you, happy lazy Sunday!