I don’t think there is a more appropriate place to wear a lamé dress than karaoke. I don’t plan to sing, though. I’ll just sit back with a Lemondrop and sparkle in the corner.

Cardi, Apt 9 (thrifted). Tee, Forever 21. Dress, American Apparel. Peggins, Bongo. Boots, Life Strides Earrings, self made. Scarf, gift. Coat, vintage.
I’ve worn this tee over this dress
before, but with a cardigan on top, like today. I wish it were warm enough to lose the sweater.



I can’t complain too much about the cold, though, because it gives me a chance to wear this fabulous coat.
Not so fabulous: these boots. I bought them to wear to work, with pants, three years ago. I haven’t worn proper pants (i.e. not jeans or leggings) to work since
September and I haven’t worn these boots since December 2007. They are just so so ugly and I’d rather wear my
Isaac Mizrahi shabooties on the rare occasions I’m not in a skirt or dress at work.