blouse :: forever 21 dalmatian print blouse (similar)
skirt :: forever 21 pleather pencil skirt (similar)
necklace :: forever 21 rhinestone bead necklace
purse :: tano zippy bucket diva in pewter c/o must have bag
shoes :: zara vamp shoe
Man, I'm craving Red Hots. I think it's because of the red skirt. I'm a big fan of cinnamon, cinnamon gum, cinnamon candy, cinnamon fruits (yes I sprinkle cinnamon on fruit). I always try and stowaway something cinnamon in my bag even if I never eat it. Then it begs the question, do I like melted, stale red hots clinging on for dear life to the bottom of my bag before I viciously rip the gooey suckers off? No. But I'd much rather over carry than under carry, even if it means the occasional impromptu cinnamon bag freshener. (I'm such a pro at segueing to my next point - you'll see).
Over carry you say? Why yes, I am one of those girls that you secretly whisper about 1] why is she carrying a bag that's almost twice her size 2] what's in her larger than life duffel 3] is it necessary to lug her whole life on a 5 minute In-N-Out run, talk about baggage. If you're not familiar with California's In-N-Out, it's only the best burger place ever, no big.
I'll answer the third question for you now. Yes, it is necessary to carry the doctor, the makeup artist, the coat check, the library, and Trader Joe's in my bag, at all times. I'm addicted, dependent on my bottomless magic hat with a strap. I always find myself with a headache, blister, smeared mascara, or bored, freezing, and hungry at the most inopportune times.
Like Tuesday, my makeup was good all day. I ran in it, blotted it, even napped in it, but it made like a symbiotic organism and stuck to me. Then five minutes before I swing into the SF pre-fashion week event, I figure I'll just consult my trusty compact mirror for old time's sake and guess what I hear. That cracked piece of glass tells me I'm no longer the fairest of them all (insert Murphy's Law of Thermodynamics: if anything can go wrong, it will, and at the most inopportune time).
But HALLELUJAH to the heavens, I had my trusty, depthless Tano zippy diva which held the elixirs to quickly & quietly banish the dark under my eyes, instill color back into my cheeks, and of course make my breath red hot cool.