Sometimes fashion does a girl a favor.
Like Palazzo pants.
Thank you, fashion people, for dubbing it glamorous to cocktail (cocktail is a verb too, yes.) in high-end psychedelic pajama pants.
And torn blue jeans.
Just. . . yes.
If they’re old enough to be torn, they’re old enough to feel like sweatpants, even though they’re not sweatpants.
Sweet mother of pearl. Whoever fashion-policed that trend is a genius.
And this season? Talking t-shirts.
Yes ma’am. Shirts with slogans plastered across the front.
I’d like this one ↓ please.
And I’ll wear it with leggings and a mini-skirt, even though Michael Kors says no more hideous leggings – a statement with which I agree almost completely, except for when I don’t.
Like when I wear them under a mini. Or under a t-shirt dress. Or with a thigh length sweater and buckle-y boots. Or with a t-shirt that proclaims my dedication to life-threatening proportions of chocolate.
I get it MK. I do. I refuse to wear leggings if my fanny is not covered. And I love your new flowy spring line. That actually, is right up my alley. I’m a Boho kind of gal.
One day, I’ll have some money, and I might actually buy fashionable clothes.
Until then, I’ll keep making up my own rules and carrying on with a five-year lag between my own personal fashion and the fashion world’s fashion.
I’m a big fan of the wacky mismatched look too.
My little gal knows where it’s at. Tie dye, stripes, and florals all thrown into one outfit. I dig it.
The girl knows how to throw things together.
Just like this recipe I heard her dictating to herself as she stood tip-toed on top of her stool at the kitchen counter the other day:
- 18 pieces of butter
I’m not sure what this recipe was supposed to make. But it sounds. . . creative?
As for me, I went with this andouille and bean soup instead, starting from a vegan recipe from the March issue of Cooking Light Magazine, and adding chicken – because, well, I’m not vegan, and I like chicken sausage.
So there you have it.
Super spicy bean and sausage soup with some kale thrown in to make healthy people feel better.
I do feel as though a boho dress would accompany this soup well.
It’s sort of hippie food – with a carnivore twist.