I’ve been through enough life changes that I now consider myself a professional imposter. I’m so used to pretending to know what I’m doing that it’s sort of a shock when it becomes true. I’m a firm believer in fake it ‘til you make it. And once I’ve “made it,” I get bored and seek a new role in which to “fake it,” again.
Shirt, Ann Taylor (consignment). Skirt, Thailand. Shoes, Franco Sarto. Hat, Free Press. Sunglasses, Coco Sunglasses. Necklace, Taneesi. Bag, Nordstrom Rack.
Generally, faking it is harmless. Not so much with money, though.