With a cherry on top.
When: Tues., February 10th, 2009.
What: H&M dress and orange knit arm warmers. Black tights from Old Navy, satin blouse from Libertine for Target, satin bow headband from Claire's (shut up). Black peacoat by Blanc Noir and boots by Lamica.
Scent: Serge Lutens Un Lys, oh. Since most flowers are obviously girls, let's imagine a dear lily stumbling upon a fetching lilac, falling madly in love and living happily ever after. ON MY WRIST. Until a vicious, cruel and incurable case of LBD sets in (read = the dry down) and all that's left is the sickly sweet memory of what once was. Still, the love here is so, so pure and stunning. Lily and Lilac share the kind of love that makes everyone around them want to be in love, too. After a few hours this turns into creamy vanilla and just the whisper of floral left...too sweet and flat. If this fragrance were a grainy old foreign film, it would be absolutely perfect.
Confession: AYL! I have decided that I must first clean my room before I even think about taking photos of my closet. Both are an absolute wreck, but I'm working on it! Also? Y'all, tomorrow is the anniversary of the day (night, really) M and I first met four years ago! DREAMY. Let's just all take a minute and thank Dolly that she and I met one night so long ago, because neither of us believes in the Oxford comma, God or neglecting booze! Soulmates!
Happy anniversary, angelface! I love you so!