More often than not, Sunday evenings amount to sushi train wearing the day's khaki slacks and sneakers. So, on this fine Sunday evening just past, I undertook a Clueless-worthy transformation.
More often than not, Sunday evenings amount to date nights - read: sushi train wearing the day's khaki slacks and sneakers. So, on this fine Sunday evening just past, I undertook a Clueless-worthy transformation to match the calibre of our restaurant of choice. Given that I've now forgotten where we ate, I can safely assume that I was probably severely overdressed. The female population needs to get over the fear of being overdressed.
I had initially planned to wear a black coat to complement the whole futuristic-yet-classic-I-don't-really-know-what-I'm-talking-about chic thing, but firstly, it was nowhere to be found, and secondly, in the process of hunting, I dug up this fabulously 80s mess of a vintage leather jacket that I salvaged from Rozelle Markets a year or so ago. Who in their right mind could resist?
My mother could. That's who. She finds it heinous. So do I - that's the beauty of it.
Moving on, I'm sure you'd agree that the clear cutouts on this dress are quite something. In hindsight, I should have shot the back of the dress to show you all the vertical vinyl insert around the zip - and in double hindsight, you can just see it here. The classic silhouette does leave some room for other ensemble elements to be noticed - this House of Harlow clutch, for instance. The fact that it's currently on sale (I want it in blue), and that Nicole Richie is one of the few celebrity designers in the world that I can actually tolerate, are wildly unrelated, but both quite well demonstrated in the elegance of embossed leather and a sparkly feline head.
And now, I'm going to upload some new pieces to Shop By Three, then get on with my day.