Last night B and I went out on a ‘date’, meaning we went out to a nice dinner, and a nightcap. For me it’s an excuse to throw on some tights and indulge in my love for roomy sack dresses. Anything that accommodates cocktails, apps, a main and dessert without making you feel like your clothes are on the verge of exploding. We went to the Library, at Public. On the Schenck scale of goodness (more on that some other day), it was pretty good. Poor picture quality – the hallway lights in our building have that ever present yellow tone and I didn’t want to bother fiddling with the white balance. Also not shown, the 2 other layers, hat and scarf worn on top of the dress to shield me from the freezing weather outside.
dress: united bamboo for madewell (purchased right before christmas at an extra 50% off sale, making it a killer deal for a well made silk dress) – tights: uniqlo heattech (very necessary for the cold front that’s been coming through NY) – booties: zara (on sale now) – clutch: f21 (old)
Dip dye stuff has been a huge trend this past year, and I’m jumping on the bandwagon. I dig the dip dye, and I’m starting to come around to the dip bleach, as long as it’s not so severe. I really liked this¹ look and even this² one (though I would lump it in the severe category). I definitely plan on trying out this³ DIY dip dye and this one too eventually. And just for reference here is a dip bleach.
¹ I love this look (and this blog) and I’m seriously going to recreate it one day. ² Amazing blog and I want to steal her design sensibilities. ³ I love Wit & Whistle paper goods and now I love the blog. I bought B this card for Valentines day this past year, and I really love this one also. Super cheeky and “awww” inducing stuff.
This dip dye tank is by a label called Willoughby. As in John Willoughby (Maybe not, but who cares) from Sense and Sensibility, one of my favorite book to movie adaptations of all time. When I tried this on at Anthropiologie, all I could think about was this scene:
It’s a monday. I have a 4pm parent-teacher meeting. So I dress accordingly, which in the teaching profession translates as a button up shirt. Don’t I look so serious and intellectual? Never mind that in Physiology class today we spent some time talking about pelvises, coccyxes and how big the inlet and outlet is in women compared to men. I am totally serious, even when my hand is simulating a baby’s head going through a woman’s pelvis. No giggling allowed. This is my serious we-are-going-to-learn-anatomy face.
The awesomeness starts when I call to confirm scheduled parent-teacher meeting. Phone number is disconnected! Teenager of parent comes to 6th period with her attitude fully adjusted to normal levels. She calls mom on her cell phone (magical special phone number), mom confirms meeting time (4pm), with a few crass words thrown in for effect. Fantastic. 4:30pm…no mom. So much for the seriousness!!
This means I get to go home and eat cranberry pumpkin bread! Bambi is happy, she gets to vacuum crumbs. Woot woot! Even better: a Pho date with the besterest dean of students ever, Mr. Emmi for later in the evening. Teachers have lives too, you know.
Larissa comes to visit. She’s plucky, she’s unafraid, and she’s got her style down. And she’s my doctor friend. You see, teachers have friends who are not also teachers.
If you ever run across Larissa in SF or New Orleans, ask her to do an interpretive dance for you. You’ll love it, I promise.
scarf: H&M – cardigan: j.crew – top: H&M and target – jeans: madewell – shoes: DV by Dolce Vita – bag: f21