Be careful what you wish for, eh?
When I solidified my intent of going through with Challenge Week, I’d unthinkingly mentioned “the more outlandish and expensive the better”. I really need to learn to watch my words, because invariably, some literal albeit well-intentioned reader will take me at face value and send something that flirts with the slightly risqué.
I’m not complaining or censuring, just stating fact. Of course, I have the power to choose to be safe, but today’s submission, courtesy of the lovely Selah, intrigued me to no end. It was begging to be duped. And really, it’s not even risqué in the truest sense of the word; in fact, I feel very modest and covered up. No, I meant it was a bit over-the-top for work, even in an environment as liberal as my PBL school.
But for the sake of fashion, I shall attempt to dupe it. Let’s see how successful I am.
The first question we should all be asking ourselves is why in Hades do I own a fuzzy pink coat when I live in sunny So. Cal.? Well, because it was on sale and I’m never one to turn down a sale. Also, all my sisters told me to return it because it made me look huge and when they get unanimous, I get mutinous. And so the coat stayed.
I missed the glamor club days – my heyday was smack dab in the middle of grunge; there were no sparkly bits to be had – so the sequined leggings promised to be a true challenge. Lucky for me, I owned this pair of coated denim that, if you look closely but which probably doesn’t photograph well, has a bit of the glittery to it. Plus, it uncannily matches the shade of pink from the coat, so I’m calling this a win.
The top is an oldie but goodie from New York and Co. It’s become a closet orphan during my weight fluctuation periods, almost destined for the donate pile time and time again. It’s got an odd neckline that requires underpinnings to be decent, and I’d not owned a cami of coordinating color until now. My acquisition of said cami and my current weight loss puts this top in the spotlight once again. I do love it’s drape so I’m glad I hung on to it.
You know you love these shoes. Admit it. Even if you’re a professed anti girly-girl like I am. Look at the bow! Look at that perfect shade of Breakfast at Tiffany‘s pink! Look at the cunning weaving in of black! Can you believe it was a Payless find? I know, right?! And the necklace was once again an eBay purchase. Took me two weeks to research, decide and bid on it but I think it was totally worth it, especially for this top because it fills the blank expanse so nicely.
So, how’d I do, my friends? Selah? Care to chime in? I think this is the most daring of all the looks and the jury is still out to see if I get reproof or approval. I’ll keep you posted.