It really is.
The bastard child of sir Santa and the fledgling apparel line of a failing rapper.
And Marie Antoinette.
For some added class.
In fact, when I first bought this jacket, the belt was the first piece to go. It sat in a drawer, unused, unloved and undesired.
Then, last week, when rummaging around for options to accompany this cargo concoction - it appeared.
Sickeningly sparkly, garishly gaudy, an assault on the senses. . .
|jacket: Paris thrift store, skirt: Forever 21, tights: my favorite Anthropologie tights ever, boots: Lucky Brand (similar), necklace: Zabe|
One more justification for my oh-so-endearing hoarding tendencies, no?
That's right, mom, owner-of-multiple-Frye-boots-now-forever-doomed-to-never-see-the-light-of-day, I'm talking to you.
My kids will harbor no such anger.