September 29th, 2011
I understand your confusion, but this is not me.
(Photo from here)
And the second I discovered we’d be going together, I emailed her and said, “Hey! You should style me in Poppy Boutique clothes! It’ll be real fun for you!”
And then, halfheartedly:
“Oh. And I can style you too.”
Which is when I’m sure she enjoyed a hearty laugh at my peri-menopausal expense. Because here’s the thing: Morgan is fashion style master. Like super much. Like major much. Like look at this much. And I’m…
Flower moccasins and black bras under white t-shirts.
And not ironically.
But because she is as kind as she is chic icon, she agreed to find me a day outfit, and a nighttime look. Just for fun, not to buy (that is for my husband).
And I in return, will suggest day/night looks for Morgan, and then wait patiently as she finds something better and puts it on.
We will take pictures of this STYLE EXTRAVAGANZA! and tweet them tonight.
As long as she doesn’t pick this for daytime:
What’s that? Oh my God! You’re totally welcome!
(This post is not sponsored by, nor sanctioned by, Poppy Boutique. In fact, Poppy doesn’t know me or my flowered moccasins.
This post is brought to you entirely by PMS and hope.)