are you cooler than an 8th grader?

So, it turns out that I'm not. Cooler than an eighth grader, I mean. My mother was reading the newspaper aloud to me this morning as she always does (what will I do when I'm in college? Seriously, I won't know that's going on. The U.S. will invade another country and six months later I'll be all, "WHAT? That's OUTRAGEOUS!!!"), and then she said, "Oh, look, a story about a fashion blogger," and pointed at this picture of a girl who. Is. Thirteen. What's more, she is, as Alice would say, supes hilare. Really, when I was thirteen, I was not a cool person. I was in full awkward mode, wearing my dad's clothes and chopping off all my hair to spite other girls. I didn't even know what Prada was. Shoo.

I sound bitter about this, but I'm not. I'm just slightly embarrassed that I am sometimes still bopping around in American Eagle jeans and salt-stained boots. This is actually the first blog I've found by a girl who is legitimately fashion-forward, who has an understandable budget and puts really creative things together. Take a look, it is very apt.

So, in other news, I GOT A COACH BAG YESTERDAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It is so lovely. We bought it at an outlet store, and so instead of being $368, it was $149. Um, hell yes.

However, it is my graduation present and so is locked away in my mother's closet until classes end. In May. I would post a picture of it, but, as I said, locked in closet.

I stumbled across Michael Kors' 2008 collection (ages ago, I know), which it turns out was inspired, in part, by Mad Men. And just look. The dresses, especially, are absolutely killer.

 

 

 

 

 

and love this tux. so clean and perfect.