Little treats I have been eyeing lately:
– Fitted corduroy blazers
– Boldly hued tights
– Colorful scarves
– Whimsicle little hair clips
– Nail polish in glittery, hunter green, and light gray please
– Thermal pajamas, matching (naurally), with cuffed sleeves and a sweet print
– Denim trousers and polisehd jeans that fit to a T
– T-strap heels (my fav!) in nude and a pair in color too
– Ankle bootie heels that lace into a bow in front (if anyone knows the real term for these, as I’m positive my descirption is not it, please inform me asap)
– Delicate long layering necklaces
– Vintage-looking cloche hats
Oh, money! Why are you so inaccessible!?
And yet, I know for a fact that none of these material treasures, no matter how swoon-worthy, would make me any happier or richer than I already am blessed to be. Looking sharp does not equate to a happy, meaningful life, which I am lucky to have sans fab clothes.
But it doesn’t mean I’m exempt from drooling over stellar wardrobe choices anyway. :-)
