
February 24, 2012

how many roses are sprinkled with dew?




Outfit Details:
floral blouse – random boutique in LA (I paid less than $20 for this)
red cutout dress – BB Dakota
heels – Nine West
Rebecca Minkoff Sweetie – Confederacy
double pyramid ring and samurai cuff – c/o Sorrellilipstick – MAC Russian Red
I wore this same dress/blouse combo while I was in Los Angeles, so if you recognize the outfit, be cool. No one else has to know.
I wouldn’t normally call myself out like that but I already tweeted a picture and posted it on instagram in still life form, so there was no getting around it. Actually, that’s a lie about me not normally calling myself out, because I blow up my own spot all the freaking time. I don’t want to brag, but it’s one of my many talents.