Finally Blossoming

Floral, yet again. Who needs blush when summertime makes you feel so rosy on the inside?

Now if only I could get my hands on some fresh flowers, I'd be set.
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Wildflower

Why don't grown-up girls wear floral more often? Kiddies frolic around in flower patterns throughout grade school, but at some point in life, the petaled print disappears like week-old roses.

How do you wear floral without looking like you're on your way to a garden party? I like tossing on beat-up leather belts with my sweetest flowery dresses. It makes me feel like I just stepped out of a Ralph Lauren advertisement. And I kind of like it.




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On Your Marc, Get Set...

If I could wear one designer for the rest of my life, it would undoubtedly be Marc Jacobs. I'm fully aware that he is to Martin Margiela what ballerina flats are to strappy, spiky platforms, but I could wear his whimsical clothes, accessories, and little shimmery baubles day and night, and I like to think his signature ruffles, embellishments, and colors will be even better when I'm 80.

Seeing that I'll soon be graduating into an industry with zero job openings, I certainly can't wear Marc Jacobs Collection, and even Marc by Marc Jacobs is a departure from my student bank account. But his latest foray, "Don't Miss The Marc," available at price points under $200? Still not a walk in the Gap, but definitely more my style... and my salary.

I'm already plotting out purchasing the leopard leggings, which would be a perfect contrast to my floral, stripe, and polka-dotted closet. And the Miss Marc Ts? Adorable layered under a preppy argyle cardigan. And this opens so many new possibilities for "designer denim." Mark your calendar for August 1, when the line will become available at boutiques and Bloomingdales.


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Come And Knock On My Door

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Living in a Dreamworld

My debut Cookie Magazine House Tour went up today. Doesn't every little girl need her own beaded chandelier, floral-lined wardrobe, and outhouse-turned-playhouse (the never-never-land, pictured above)?

I know I do.
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