Tuesday, March 23, 2010
I'm both tickled and annoyed that florals, good florals, are so easy to come by these days. I love them and their saccharine promises, always have. I have lived in them, in some iteration, since I was five. I think my first case of heartbreak may have occurred in a floral jumper. Years later, my first trip to France would nurture this childhood affection. And, today, a Phillip Lim number sits waiting in my makeshift closet. Unfortunately, my upcoming move won't afford me many more. For now.
But the wandering eyes, well, they cannot be stopped, try as I may.
No. 6, I've got my eye on you.