Tonight after work I’m getting drinks with a girlfriend, so I’m choosing an outfit that can day-to-night pretty easily. The 70% chance of rain today is kind of foiling my plans, but at least my rain boots are cute.
Monthly Archives: March 2011
Brad Goreski is getting his own show on Bravo! I know so, because he just tweeted: “I’m so excited about my show on @bravotv!! Can’t wait to start filming “It’s a Brad Brad World!!” Dream come true!!”
Last fall when he and Rachel Zoe split I posted about wanting him to get his own show. Actually, I think the right word is pining. I’ve been pining for him to get his own show. Anyway, it’s like I’m an oracle! Maybe it’s because Andy Cohen wants to put more gay-boy-man-candy on his late night Bravo couch. Maybe it’s because too many sassy-Brad-deprived girls wrote in begging for him to get a show. All I know is that when I move into an apartment, I’m getting cable so I can tune in.
This outfit + a cardigan for the office (not photographed) is how I’m going to survive Tuesday in NY’s not-quite-spring-purgatory.
On a still sad note, I’m realizing how dark my wardrobe is. Maybe it’s because I chose to come to New York without color, but what kind of life is that?? Now my morning routine consists of me making a mental list of all the fun colors in my closet at home and picking what I want to wear from that. Then I promptly tell myself to “slap out of it, man!” But even if I did have all of my spring/summer colors up here, it’s still not warm enough to wear a sundress. Quandaries. Even my skirts are all dark! I need to make a Nordstrom Rack/TJ Maxx trip ASAP.
I’m starting to believe that, in the same way Texas doesn’t really have a winter season, New York doesn’t really have a spring season. And I wanted to move so I could experience a real, genuine change in seasons. I pray hope is not lost.
But you really can’t go wrong with a dress, blazer and boots.
So right now I’m reading Jane Borden’s book I Totally Meant To Do That, which chronicles her life as a southern transplant in NYC. I can’t help but relate. I just finished reading a chapter on what the defining moment is that makes someone a true New Yorker. Several theories are tossed around, so here’s my own: when I leave a pair of shoes at work so that I can change into them. This might seem strange, but on days like today (snow in March, whaaaat??) the necessity for rain/snow boots is greater than the necessity for cute shoes. By this logic, I became an official New Yorker a few weeks ago.
All of that was to explain why I’m not wearing shoes in the pic. And also to say I’M OVER IT! (And by “it” I mean snow-y, cold, dreary winter-ish weather.)