pick your poison

In life, you've gotta pick your poison. Any guess what mine is? Open to interpretation, fashion is. As is taste-taste being the most obvious... I was sitting on my bed pondering the subject matter and photo opp for my next blog post when I decided to use my mother's dressing area (and her new faux hardwood flooring) for the locale. I love that word "locale", LOL...anyway, I combed through my closet for a couple of bright pieces, a gold belt and borrowed my mother's Jimmy Choo bag and "N" by Nicole Miller wedges (so jealous). So far, today's been a good day.

Blazer-thrifted $4
Blouse-thrifted $3
Belt- thrifted $1

Ciao for Now!

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