wearing child's motorcycle jacket from Just Leathers, vintage fox fur stole, Banana Republic drape cardigan, Urban Outfitters t-shirt, J-Brand jeans, Zara shoes, vintage rhinestone necklace, vintage snake bracelet
Got myself into the holiday spirit by doing last-minute shopping on Christmas eve (strangely not a suicide-inducing experience), watching Elf, and Kobe cuddling. As a direct result of my Christmas loot, I now have a bloated closet on the verge of exploding all over my apartment and engulfing innocent roommates in its wake. I'm definitely going to make a trip to Crossroads tomorrow to unload some of my clothes or I'm afraid I'm going to end up a multiple-cat-owning spinster on the A&E show Hoarders.
Below you will find the shining red beacons of elegance and sophistication that I adopted a few weeks ago from the sale section at Neiman Marcus. They were wrapped and under the tree like all my other presents, except you know, I bought them for myself. Expect a proper outfit post featuring these babies soon.
And no, they're not comfortable.