Well, heavens to Betsy! Or Etsy. Or whatever. This has been a crazy past two weeks! Just crazy, I tell ya.
My 30th birthday has (er,
had) been looming in the distance for awhile now; and as a futile attempt to distract me from spending the entire day in tears while speed-dialing every dermatologist/plastic surgeon/therapist/any other doctor that can somehow fix things in the phonebook, Husband surprised me with a trip to Las Vegas!
And it was fun times. We invited my twin sister and her husband with too, since you know–we share a birthday. It’s a novel concept, this twin thing. Hold on to yer hats.
Here are just a few pics from some of our shenanigans:
This is my so-excited-to-be-at-In-and-Out face, which is very similar to my just-got-off-the-plane-and-I’m-burning-alive face. I try to keep things easy.
Wandering, wandering, looking for The National Flat Butt Association convention.
Mecca Lecca High Mecca Hiney Ho. World’s Largest H&M at Caesar’s Palace.
Tween seester wombmate.
The magnetic force field was sucking me in; Husband is a good, good man.
Waiting at Serendipity 3 for lunch!
Sitting under the pink & orange tents outside.
Frozen hot chocolate! So good.
Not sure who or how or where or why; but ewww girlfrien’.
Jason insisted on a random picture infront of a random bush…
…so we insisted on this random picture next to a random air conditioning unit. Am I throwing gang signs or gimpy arthritic hands from Lupus IT’S HARD TO TELL VEGAAASBABYYAH.
My gramma keeps complaining that she doesn’t have any nice photos of the two of us, no idea why.
The lucky bracelet forgot to work, but only ‘cuz he wasn’t high rollin’ on Kitty Glitter.
Prettiness in The Cosmopolitan.
Wicked Spoon Buffet. SO GOOD.
Bad iphone pic of a pretty birthday gift from Husband. The Michael Kors Blair watch in espresso–love!
Weiners.
Nothing gets between me and a corndog, dogs.
…and late night desserts at D Bar. I’m focused hard on the drinks menu. Later that evening, I would attempt to run down a dangerously dark alleyway to catch a cat so I could name him Bradford Monkey McCheeks and give him to husband as a sign of my undying love I got druuunk.
Okay, enough of that–on to some outfits! Time for me to get back in the fashion bloggy game, hm?
The weather here has turned frosty which means it’s officially jacket season. One of the things that I love about Colorado is that we do make darn good use of our coats and jackets here; we have ample opportunities to wear them, which helps rationalize any OCD-type behavior I have towards collecting them. Fist-bump, pow-pow! Aaand it’s the only thing I can do to keep myself from throwing a proverbial punch to winter’s face by hibernating in my bedroom and underneath the covers for the next 7 months straight.
So first we have the Rachel Zoe “Lauren” Military Jacket. I grabbed this coat nearly two months ago when the collection first launched and Neiman Marcus was running some sort of promotion; I had been on the prowl for a pretty camel-colored jacket and this one is perfection. It is definitely a jacket and not a coat, however–so don’t expect it to keep you warm in below freezing temps. I am wearing it in a size 0, which I think fits perfectly although it should be noted that I like my coats to be fitted with very little room for bulky layers. The fabric is a stretchy ribbed wool that’s a bit on the thinner side, but the coat is nicely lined and can be buttoned up, buttoned down, an buckled for lots of versatility. Love it.
Also–my nails match the dark burgundy/red/black color of my snood! So fancy, I am:
Coming up tomorrow – a review on J Crew’s Townhouse Trench! Sit tight! <3
