Touch of Spring

There are a few blogs that I read regularly and one of them lead me to a new to me store that had me counting my pennies!

When in Paris

I am finding myself in the weird gravitational pull towards black these days. Darn near everything I wear I am wearing black and this’s most unlike me. I found myself again donning the dark shroud but I figured I could maybe spring for a bit of color. So when in Paris…wear a beret! I know what a cliche and stereotype. I have never been to Paris and I think it’s mostly Hollywood’s influence on me thinking I should be donning this hat but oh well. I like it and so there ya go.

W is for…Wicked

 

The end is in sight of our little foray into the alphabet of designers and we have some goodies still in store. I am still discovering new stores and stores I had pretty much lost track of, a girl can only remember so much.  I may not chose conventional looks or even looks that people are prone to go out and buy. That was never my intention of this blog. So here is a look for me, cause I like it and it’s fun.