While Away

I had a particularly difficult time packing for St. Thomas (remember that Caribbean island I was talking about?) because nearly everything I put in the suitcase, my mom took out and told me that it was too nice to take. I wasn’t allowed to bring my new Derek Lam knit top or my wedges from Florence. White girl problem? Absolutely. But still, I was reduced to jean shorts and t-shirts, which is kind of uncomfortably casual for me. So since I’m home and can wear heels again, I thought I’d make a post on the items whose absence was greatly felt.

Rag & Bone feather print jeans:

These are my favorite pair of pants that I own. They’re the same print as the Rag & Bone dress that I wore in London. Usually I try to wear skirts and dresses as far into fall as physically possible, since my winter wardrobe of jeans and a sweater is rather boring and un-fashion-forward. But ever since I got my hands on these beautiful babies, I’ve been looking for any opportunity to wear them. And it’s August. I bought them right before I left at the beloved Rag & Bone sample sale. And look! Joan Smalls has the same ones! I have the same jeans as a supermodel! And she wore them on page 76 of the August 2012 issue of Teen Vogue!

Loeffler Randall platforms:

I’ve mentioned these shoes a few times before on the bog, so you already know how much I love them. I wore them to senior project presentation night, senior banquet, graduation, and just out to get coffee. They might even beat out my neon shoes from Italy and my Jimmy Choos as my favorite pair of heels, which is quite an accomplishment.

I Love Juicy shampoo from Lush:

I have been using this shampoo for what feels like forever. I’m almost out of my second bottle of the medium size. The tiniest bit thoroughly cleans out everything in your hair and leaves it feeling refreshed. The smell is so distinct and spring/summery, I think I missed the smell more than anything else. It’s very fresh, light, and lemony.

My stuffed animal, Snowflake:

Snowflake and I have shared a bed since second grade. I got him at Hamleys, a toy store in London. He was much whiter and softer then. Since he’s rather large, it was impractical to take him with me to St. Thomas, although when I was in third grade I demanded that he come with us on any trip longer than a week. I believe we had to take another suitcase because of him during my family’s two week trip to South Africa that year.

What items/products/stuffed animals do you miss most when you go on vacation?

Sparkle City

I still don’t have a prom dress, and I still won’t show it to you when I get it, but I said nothing about the shoes. Behold: The Prom Shoes.

Is your mind blown? If not, you have no taste in shoes. Sorry.

Guess what? They’re Jimmy Choos. And more importantly? They’re mine. You have no idea how happy it makes me just to look at them. You should look at them too.

A wise girl in one of the FIT class I took once told me that it’s not about the dress. It’s about the shoes. And right she was. Don’t get me wrong, I still plan on having the most incredible dress there, but honestly, it doesn’t matter what you wear when your feet are blessed with some sparkly Jimmy Choo.

So, remember when I said I wouldn’t get into the sale? Well I got into the sale. It was miraculous, really. I was in line for all of five minutes before I got in. I met this awesome woman in line who knew someone who worked in the sale and could get us in, jumping the hour-long line. She’s a jewelery designer, check out her website here. I owe her my life. Perhaps not my life, but at least my Prom Shoes.

These are my first pair of designer shoes, which is, like, a really big deal. What is a fashionista without designer shoes? When I have my own apartment in a chic neighborhood and my closet takes up half my bedroom, these shoes will have a special place on my shelves. And when Bluefly Closet Confessions interviews me, I’ll tell them about my first pair of designer shoes (1:44).

So, I know your all wondering: just how much of my soul did I sell for these babies? Surprisingly little.

The sparkle-less (read: inferior) version sold for a whopping $950. Guess how much I paid for mine? $75. The gods of sample sales really do love me. And I love them.

I Love Chyou

Choo+you= chyou

Choo is honor of today’s Jimmy Choo sample sale, and you in honor of who ever is reading this, because if you’re reading this, you have good taste.

Last night I went on the Jimmy Choo website in case I somehow end up getting into the sale, and saw these:

And for some reason that I can’t remember, I was also on Zara‘s website last night, and saw these:

Ah, the sartorial intellectual property infringement that is Zara. But wait, there’s more. I also saw these:

And then I remembered seeing these:

on The Man Repeller‘s take on pastel shoes for spring.

You know what the crazy thing is? I actually prefer the Zara knockoffs to the real Stuart Weitzman‘s. They look really uncomfortable, but they’re cuter. The Jimmy Choo’s on the other hand, I prefer to Zara’s version. What do you think? Which one’s do you like better? Would you buy any of them? Are you going to the Jimmy Choo sample sale? How much do you want to bet that I will spend at least two hours in line and not actually make it in? I’m sure that’s what will happen. But, if by any chance I do get in there, I will let you know what I see.