One of the most common questions I get asked (aside from "How do you do your hair?" which is so simple- hairspray, lots of bobby pins, and confidence) (and, "What's Petunia studying in college?" and the answer to that is "bark-eology", of course) (and, "Can I put you in my pocket?" and the answer to that is, uhh) is:
WHAT DO YOU WEAR WHEN YOU DON'T FEEL LIKE DRESSING UP, CHLOE, PLEASE TELL.
Oh, how to answer this question. I would like to deftly smile, innocently tilt my head to the side, clear my throat out of nervousness, and answer, "Well, of course- I wear all this stuff." but if my readers are one thing, it's this-
And also very curious. And a bunch of suspiciously smart cookies, actually, if you really must know.
So I decided last week to snap pictures two outfits that are on the more casual side. My repertoire for casualness is simple and admittedly a bit monotonous: A J Crew tee, a pair of jeans, a fun belt, some cute flats, and perhaps a pearl necklace (or two) and there you have it.
I am Chloe, Patron Saint of Sequins*:
Top: J Crew Sparkling Tissue Tee in Champagne (click here- on sale for $29.99, eek!)
Jeans: American Eagle Artist Jeans (click here)
Shoes: Go Jane Giraffe Print Bow Flats (similar here) (and similar here)
Belt: J Crew Serengeti Belt (similar here) (and here for $12!)
Did you know the Patron Saint of Sequins* can levitate? She can! And Patron Saint of Sequins* also gets the random big zit the size of a third eyeball on her forehead right before heading out on a fancy date night and/or to work, and never on a day off when absolutely no one will see her. See? The Patron Saint of Sequins* is just like everyone else:
Yay.
That outfit is pretty low-key and tame, huh. But then I get all wild and crazy and well, readers? If some of you are shocked and can't help to raise your eyebrow a bit in both confusion and in disgust over the next set of pictures...I can't say I entirely blame you.
BECAUSE I, READERS, I ALSO WEAR UGGS. Now I am the Patron Saint of Crochet**:
Top: J Crew Necklace Tee (click here - and also on sale!)
Bottoms: William Rast Jerri Skinnies (click here)
Boots: Ugg Cardy's in Oatmeal (click here- and oh, how I love that fig color!)
They aren't just any Uggs, however- they're the awesome Ugg Cardy's, which I bought and put on sometime last winter and haven't stopped wearing since. They're an absolute *must* in order to make winter in Colorado a bit more bearable, mmmhm. They are so lovely and nice and warm; they're like a work-appropriate-boot-slipper. LOVE!
So there you have it. That's me. Hooray. There'll be OOTD's that are much more interesting coming up this week, I promise!
*I actually have no idea what "patron saint" means. After a few confusing searches on google I gave up, so I'm going to assume it means "a really freaking awesome diety-like Chloe" but you never quite know with those Catholics. I just want to make sure that I'm not accidentally signing myself up for months of Fish Frys and feeling guilty come Spring, because oh god how I hate seafood.
**And shouldn't I be a matron saint? Is there such thing as a matron saint? School me, plz, because I don't want to accidentally be referring to myself as a "fatherly saint of glitz and needlework" because if it's ONE THING I'M NOT, readers, it's a flamboyantly gay fatherly-like man from Fargo, North Dakota. We can cross that creative little moniker offa the list right now.
So there you have it. That's me. Hooray. There'll be OOTD's that are much more interesting coming up this week, I promise!
*I actually have no idea what "patron saint" means. After a few confusing searches on google I gave up, so I'm going to assume it means "a really freaking awesome diety-like Chloe" but you never quite know with those Catholics. I just want to make sure that I'm not accidentally signing myself up for months of Fish Frys and feeling guilty come Spring, because oh god how I hate seafood.
**And shouldn't I be a matron saint? Is there such thing as a matron saint? School me, plz, because I don't want to accidentally be referring to myself as a "fatherly saint of glitz and needlework" because if it's ONE THING I'M NOT, readers, it's a flamboyantly gay fatherly-like man from Fargo, North Dakota. We can cross that creative little moniker offa the list right now.
