Today is Vogue day, the day that my mail slot sounds a little different when the mail carrier-man comes stomping up the walk (seriously, my whole apartment shakes), but the magical sound it makes as it floats...I swear, it floats to the ground....
There is no way to explain to you how sad I am when I realize I no longer buy clothes for a living. Not that it was much of a living. Or, apparently, that I was that good at it.
But I will give you a run down of what I have noticed just from this month's issue, and this is from the first run through, no reading, only quick page turning:
Jewel tones, metallics especially in shoes and bags, black nail polish (again, Thank God, because it I rock it out), graphic prints, chunky belts, any belts, tights not leggings, chunky heels, gladiator shoes (still), mixing prints-florals with stripes ala S.J.P., Katherine Hepburn-esqe trousers (see, I told ya), fedoras, and my favorite thing, red lipstick! whew.
Aren't you glad someone reads in this family?
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