Looking through my closet makes me feel like a March girl dressing for a ball. Where Jo frets over her scorched poplin and lemonade-soiled glove, I worry over my obviously-let-down-twice trousers. While Meg borrows Marmee’s pearl pin, I wear my mother’s hand-me-down makeup.
Nevertheless, this was an EXCELLENT day, and not just because of my first visit to Dunkin’ Donuts:
I wanted to make a “double D cup” joke because of the napkin’s “DD” cup cartoon, but Mr. Jaunty talked me out of it. Almost. The doughnuts themselves were merely adequate, likely the result of our coming so late.
In addition to eating doughnuts, the day was EXCELLENT because I finally found a suitable purse, had a pleasant job interview (nothin’ fancy), played air hockey and basketball with my dreamy boyfriend, and got my first professional haircut since December— and man oh man, not a moment too soon.
I’d sought help finding a local stylist through the Network of Nice. No luck there, so I said “TO HELL WITH IT!” and charged into the nearest MasterCuts.
A gamble, yes, but I struck gold; there was no wait, the stylist listened to me, paid attention to the photo I brought in, didn’t try to upsell me, was happy to answer my questions, and was a charming person, to boot… “So somewhere in my youth or childhood, I must have done something good.”
As always, click to enlarge:
Notice the lovely scenery… Color-wise, this is the most “me” outfit I’ve ever assembled. Muted blue, green, and brown, darker teal shoes and bag for contrast, silky shirt under canvas jacket… ahh.
Jacket – Picasso Style; second-hand, self-altered
Top – no tag, second-hand, dyed
Trousers – Larry Levine via Marshalls, obviously let down twice. ~sigh~
Shoes - Hardly visible, but hey. Target 2009
Bag - Forever 21
One really shouldn’t talk to the photographer.
How was your day?
Lovely!
I’ve never understood why people love the DD so much, but maybe it’s because I grew up with one on every corner. Actually, that’s a lie. I lived in a snobby, “our ancestors came over on the Mayflower and Paul Revere’s horse once pooped in our backyard” type town, so the DD was banished to the outskirts where it didn’t interfere with the ambiance. Maybe it’s also because I don’t drink coffee.
That jacket is four kinds of fantastic!
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Katie – For me, the allure of Dunkin’ Doughnuts was largely the Almighty Power of Suggestion; Pennsylvania seems to be riddled with DDs, and I have a weakness for sugary pastry. Doughnuts really need to be fresh, though, not sitting in a case all day.
Hey, I don’t drink coffee either! Go team!
Isn’t it just? The shawl collar, pocket flaps —- sweet cuppin’ cakes, you haven’t even seen the sleeve detail and back-plume-thingy! Photos forthcoming.
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