rainy day blues

So it is a miserable day here in the lovely city of Philadelphia. Cold, rainy, gray. Ideally, what I want to do today is curl up in bed and finish Daria (which I totally bought on DVD as I love love LOVED it in my angsty adolescence, and still love it today), but instead I'm going to get my ass in gear and get coffee and sign the W8 or WA or whatever forms for my new job!

Yes, I am gainfully employed, for the first time ever (except MacGuffin, but that was supposed to be volunteer work, until John, my boss, was like, "Surprise! Here's cash money"). I am working at one of my favorite Stephen Starr restaurants (after a bizarre but apparently successful interview with the man himself, who is very chill and cool) as a hostess, and I start training on Thursday. I've already bought a ton of new work clothes, natch. Which is really what this post is about.

However, before this job was even on my radar, I went to stay with my lovely friend Becca in New York, and had a bomb weekend pretending to be a hipster socialite at a Shepard Fairey art show and its afterparty (incidentally, we ended up on lastnightsparty, which made me feel cool for pretty much the first time ever). The morning after we hit up the Wafels and Dinges truck as seen on Food Network. It was godly. Immediately after, we went to Madewell and Topshop. So basically, this was the best morning of all time.

Topshop was overwhelming, and I spent more than I should have, but got 3 items that are totally major.



From right to left: a Bodycon Panel skirt that looks amazing with shirts tucked in and boots; a cropped vest-shirt; and an adorable ruffled tee that, while voluminous, is somewhat slimming.



I also have been lusting after Genetic Denim's Shane Cigarette jean (which I have in a lighter-wash denim) in silver, and finally picked it up (since it was the last one in my size at Third Street Habit... excuses, excuses). They are soft, wonderful and gorgeous, and I can wear them to work since they aren't blue denim. Also, they're really stretchy, so I can wear them even when I feel really fat and gross. Which is often, because I have a crippling Ben and Jerry's addiction (Milk and Cookies is so fucking good).

Finally, a few things I picked up at Third Street Habit on sale - a cute little Etoile by Isabel Marant foldover skirt, and a last-season but still cute Free People tunic/dress thing (I'm so short most tunics are dresses on me). Sorry the dress image is sideways.



And finally, to top off my new work wardrobe, my mom and I went on a Macy's shoe-spree and I came home with these Rachel by Rachel Roy badasses:



Anyway. I'm done. I just needed to do a big comprehensive post about fab clothes, but I need to do another one soon about Facebook (and ex-roommate) bullshit. Next on I Need That Dress - can you make someone who doesn't think flushing the toilet is necessary understand logic and/or basic human understanding and compassion?

LUST MOMENT

SOOOOO I know that I've been terrible at updating, etc., and I have lots of things to share including my new fabulous job as a hostess (eeeehhh!!) and some major items I picked up recently at Topshop and Third Street Habit, respectively. However, I must interrupt this regularly scheduled programming for a moment of complete, unadulterated lust.



WANT. WANT WANT WANT. These are the ultra-coveted J. Brand "Houlihan" Cargo Pants. This image is specifically in Olive, though those are on backorder forever (frankly, I could settle for Vintage Navy or Sharkskin to satiate my cargo craving). I don't even understand why this is happening, but there was an NYT article about how much everyone wants them that I caught - maybe I'm particularly susceptible to subliminal (or super-liminal) messaging. Whatever. All I know is that I want these pants. A lot. And now that I have a legit paying job, this dream could become a reality. Or, maybe I should get a grip.

My point is, these pants are bomb. I want them in my life. More on other clothes I wanted in my life and then got into my life by handing over my dearly loved Amex card later (most likely, tomorrow).