vara's day out

I was looking over pictures of the lovely (and questionable) gowns from Monday's Met Gala -- because sometimes I like to admire the outfits and pretend that someday I can get one of them fancy gowns for my own. I'd teeter around the apartment in 8-inch platforms like a pro, with my long be-feathered-and-bedazzled gown swishing about while I call upon Boyfriend dahhhhhling to do my bidding. But that's neither here nor there.

The point is that while mulling over the fancy frocks on display at the Met Gala, I found myself sincerely surprised by how passionate some people are about their hatred of certain celebrities. I mean, I don't know why I was so surprised, but there you have it. I was surprised anew.

Reading some of these comments, you'd think that the celebrity in question personally went over to the commenter's house, smashed all of their windows, shredded their sheets, shaved their dog, carved '[CELEBRITY] WUZ HERE' into the side of their car, and then snuck them a laxative hidden inside a delicious boysenberry pie. What I'm trying to say is, a surprising amount of people don't really understand what is and isn't worth getting all raged up about.

And all of that has absolutely nothing to do with my OOTD:

chambray shirt, gap

jenna's cardigan, j.crew

skirt, anthropologie

tights, xhilaration

vara pumps, salvatore ferragamo

woven belt, mom's

skull ring, ebay

bangle, kate spade

This was the first day wearing my new Vara pumps out and about, and I couldn't be more pleased!