the story of a blouse

I woke up feeling 17 shades of horrible yesterday. Sigh. It figures that I'd catch a headache-body ache-congestion-filled Monster Cold in the summer. It was nothing three extra hours of sleep couldn't cure, though! Except now I have a "catch up work" induced headache. BLEH!

bib blouse, marc by marc jacobs

jenna's cardigan, j.crew [x]

pleated pencil skirt, anthropologie

snakeskin elly wedge flats, cole haan

studded skinny belt, j.crew [x-ish]

flower brooch, macys

duchess stone cocktail ring, j.crew [x-ish]

I impulsively bought this Marc by Marc Jacobs blouse maybe 5 years ago when my dad gave me a gift card to Saks Fifth Avenue as a graduation gift. I remember wandering into Saks for the very first time and marveling at the neat racks of folded denim, strangely posed mannequins, and racks of ethereal dresses and blouses. I had never been in Saks prior to that point -- the gleaming white decor and sharply dressed sales people with their over-rouged cheeks and heavily lined eyes always intimidated me. But armed with a gift card, I felt more than deserving to occupy the same space as Oscar de la Renta gowns and Carolina Herrara frocks.

That is, until I realized how much those things cost and promptly skiddatled to the lower level of the store before my rapid exhalations could cause humidity damage to the fabrics.

But I digress -- the point is, I discovered a whole new world of fashion that day that was unlike the American Eagles, Expresses, and The Limiteds that I was used to. And uh, it also felt really awesome to have a snooty Saks sales lady give me the stink eye until I marched up the register with this blouse in hand. Once I fished out my gift card, her whole face suddenly changed from "What does this stupid teenager want?" to "Why heeeellllllloooooo there, lovely customer!" Hmmmm...