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Dressed Up to Get Lucky - Outfit #3

Before we discuss my third - and possibly best - entry for Lucky’s “My Denim Transformation” Stylist Challenge, let’s talk about this blazer. Last January on my birthday, my uber fab mother and I hit Fisch for the Hip, where she immediately zeroed in on this Marc Jacobs number. Originally priced at $600 or so, it was still a splurge at its re-sale price. While I can’t recall the exact number, it had to have been offensive enough that Mom had to physically force me out of my coat and into the garment. I pretended not to want it; she pretended not to hear me.

“It’s your birthday,” she hissed at the time, “You will thank me later.” Of course, she was right. So thank you Mommy, for forcing this MJ blazer upon me on my 24th birthday. (If I wasn’t a stereotype before that last sentence…)

To my label whore’s dream of a blazer (and to the same F21 jeans, obvs), I added the following:

BCBG teal, ruched tank (snagged for $19 at the Atlantic City Outlets); bizarreslashunique, pearl button-embellished, gray sweater tank (Beacon’s Closet, like ten bucks); clip-on rhinestone/faux onyx earrings (P.S. Flea Market, $5); Guess pumps I’ve had fo eva (fo eva meaning two years plus).

I think we have a winner here, dolls. Your thoughts?

Sexy Time

Just Add Lipstick

When I tried this BCBG Outlet Score of a dress on post-purchase, I felt like it was missing something. Yet nothing I paired with it - knee-high boots, thick belts or colorful camis - really worked. It just crapped it up.

The ah ha! moment occurred with an application of red lipstick.

Simplicity - that’s what was missing!

This beauteous thang is so Old Hollywood that dressing it down doesn’t make it understated; it makes it ridiculous.

Gold stiletto-sandals, red lips and a faux Van Cleef and Arpels chain (courtesy of Canal Street) keep the dress the star of the show.

WARNING: Dress has been known to result in wearer’s thinking she is a star and can subsequently do star-like things like blow kisses to an imaginary paparazzi.

I couldn’t help it. The dress made me do it.

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Dress It Down Another Notch

I’ve had this DVF wrap dress for about four years. I’ve probably worn it a grand total of eight times, mainly because it’s a little too cleavage-baring for my taste (shocker, I know).

This BCBG Tank ($19 at Atlantic City’s BCBG Outlet) not only solves the cleavage problemo but also dresses it down, and gives it a nice splishy-splash of color. Teal-and-black zebra earrings and black boots funkify the outfit, and make a would-be formal dress a lot more wearable too.

And, for all you beotches who’ve echoed the plea of Uncle Chip, I’m smiling. But I’m not making a habit of it.

Navigatrix

I. Heart. Outlets.

During this time of year, I head home to Jersey for two reasons: 1) To sift through my storage closet of fall/winter clothes, and bring the most choice items back to Brooklyn. And 2) To mooch off of - err, I mean visit - my parents.
Now, my Mom is very generous where shopping’s concerned. Sometimes she’s a little too generous and said generosity results in Dad huffing and puffing when the credit card bill arrives. So whilst shopping with Mom, I try to season my label whore-ish need for new stuff with a dash of Jewish guilt.

When we hit Atlantic City’s BCBG Outlet, we didn’t just find fabulous stuff. We found an almost guilt-free shopping experience! The multi-patterned Kimono wrap-top, in addition to having the most interesting sleeves ever, was originally $175. At the outlet? A whopping $39. The teal cami fits like a Theory tank and further enables my layering addiction. Originally around $78, snagged for $19.

When I tried on this silk dress, Mom initially had no words. “It looks so…” I finished her sentence: “So freaking expensive, that’s what it looks like.” For serious, this is one of the most beautifully made dresses I’ve seen in a looooong time. It’s kind of Old Hollywood and all kinds of awesome. That it was on sale for $49 just boggles my mind. Actually it doesn’t, because I’m damn good at this biznass. But I digress.

Outfits to follow, that is, as soon as I complete the oh-so-icky task of transferring my summer stuff out and my winter stuff into my teensy studio apt closets. Gotta love New York.