skinny black pants I spent most of last fall searching for + an extremely old striped top (proving that striped tops can indeed last forever) + dream shoes + "the" trench coat + a gift from an incredibly lovely friend...
And if feels somehow fitting that this is my first "outfit deconstructed" of the new year, given how many times I've
Hey, I'm nothing if not consistent.
And then there's the necklace, which I have officially dubbed the "nice necklace"... Why, you ask? Well last year I purchased this necklace for myself from Michelle's fab shop. I wore it every day. Literally. (It's a totally wearable necklace, I'm telling you.)
About a month into the love affair with the necklace, Millie was sitting on my lap playing with a little pair of candle wick cutters (as a side note, it's NEVER a good idea to let your three-year-old play with candle wick cutters...just sayin'), and she impulsively reached up and used the cutters to slice through the chain of my all-time favorite necklace.
Apparently she couldn't help herself.
She was crushed, I was crushed, heck even Audrey was crushed, so she tried to "fix" the necklace by tying the two pieces of chain into a big balled up knot, which, well...pretty much jacked it up even more.
Cut to the week after Christmas, and the lovely Michelle is in town visiting family for the holidays. We meet up for a coffee and some girl talk (and here's where I say that Michelle is amazing in person, I am truly smitten), and I recount my necklace mishap, knowing as a fellow mom of a toddler, she'll find it chuckle-worthy. And then yesterday I receive a mysterious package from the lovely Michelle, with a sweet little note, and, wait for it, another necklace.
Seriously, fantastically nice, yes?? I'm telling you, this year, it's shaping up to be a good one friends...