rain drops keep fallin' on my head

Hello from LA, which is apparently suffering an identity crisis at present and either thinks it is a rain forest or Seattle.  I can honestly say I haven't seen this much rain in one go in LA ever! It is insane and, also, people here cannot drive in any sort of weather (seriously people - it's just water, do be careful but not so careful you're going to cause an accident. sheesh!) So far only one leak to report and no landslides (yikes, knock on wood that would be horrible). As a result of the showers, I'm afraid there has also been limited time and space to do outfit shots. I must appologize for that but I'm working on it.

In other news: THESE babies were waiting in my mailbox for me when I got home today...

They are from Nicole of Fashion Forestry's line and LOOK! they literally sparkle like Cinderella's glass slippers. sigh...suffice to say we're in love. I hope to give them a proper post soon but I just couldn't wait to show them to you.

Well, it looks like it is out into the ultra-soaked streets of West Hollywood I go. Promise not to be gone too long and meanwhile (though I probably post this band too much) here's Jenny & Johnny on Conan earlier this week... xxdjrd

this must be the place.

Just a quick note to say happy Friday! Since I've been slacking in the wardrobe posts department this month, I thought I'd share 3 in one week! Here is what I wore to work today...

Can you tell I am a little bit over the moon about these new shoes? I expect you will be seeing them again soon!

outfit details:

blouse: vintage

skirt: xxi

shoes: ecote

blazer: uo

musical notes:

the right to shoes and peace of mind

Did you ever have one of those moments when, all of a sudden, you become so irritated you are practically inconsolable because... your hair isn't laying the way you want it to OR your eyebrows are unevenly plucked (and seriously how could you have missed that earlier!) OR because your clothes are fitting really weirdly at that exact moment and you have no idea why (perhaps a phantom seamstress snuck in during the night?)  OR your nails are grossly chipped but there's no time to re-paint OR you can't figure out which of your 8,598 pairs of SHOES to wear (ok, I have nowhere near that number, it was for effect)? The point is, you get so worked up that you have turned this little insignificant (in the grand scheme of things) detail into a pseudo-existential crisis! and on top of that, you should have been out the door at least 5 minutes ago! We've all been there, right?

Well, I had one of these moments the other night as I was getting ready to go out and I got so flustered that I finally just started laughing at my silliness and quickly decided that I needed to capture some of the madness with my macbook's camera - as blog therapy.  *disclaimer* this is the first time I've used iMovie to edit anything, I only had about an hour to do it, AND the lighting in my house at night is notoriously dim - we like it that way. the videos... do not.  

So, take a deep breath, people...it's gonna be OK.

PS: which shoes would you choose?  

***UPDATE: I chose the black & white oxfords!

caution: cute shoes may bite

I think it fitting as a follow-up to yesterday's post I relay the brilliance that is my thought process and my life in general. Yesterday morning, pre-flea market, I made the decision to wear my two-tone oxfords to said market because I was sick of my other shoes and wanted to complete my adorable flea-market-going look. After being warned by the BOY that this choice was a poor one and told furthermore that if I still chose to wear them I was not allowed to complain - I shrugged my shoulders thought "OK" then quickly shoved a pair of ballet flats into my gray bag as a back up.

Genius, right? only one problem...I was wearing the black bag and only realized this fact after about 3 hours of marketing. result: Ouch... But I bit my lip and pressed on. When I got home, eyes welling-up, I finally admitted that my poor peds were in disrepair. Cue obligatory "I told you so" and tonight's round two foot therapy session.

I won't be making that mistake again (at least, I don't think)