Chanel Iman by Mark Selinger for Vogue Germany
I regret to inform you that something terrible has happened. Upon landing in my native (notice how I refuse to say "home", as I prefer to refer only to NYC in that way, even though I have never lived there.) state, I realized that something unheard of has happened to me over the last few years. I have become...a Californian. The first step is admitting you have a problem, right?
No longer do I consider Ranch a main food group. I recoil at the sight of meat, and actually crave foods like spinach. The idea of smoking inside
Later on, as I looked through my inadequetly packed bags, I learned that while I may dress for the "cold" on a regular basis in L.A., I was little more than a card-carrying granola popsicle here in Michigan. My thin cardigans and skinny jeans were no match for the blistering winds. While I was assessing that my face had frostbite, and my toes still have no feeling left in them from a visit earlier today to Greenfield Village, I found myself dreaming of the items I wished I had brought along on this trip, to make venturing outside a less painful experience.
Baggy sweaters. This eskander sweater from Neiman Marcus is perfect because the oversized fit allows for maximum layering, and the neutral color with a hint of texture makes it okay to wear multiple times over without becoming too basic.
Flannel shirts. I have always stuck my nose in the air and sniffed about "Nirvannabes" when it comes to flannels recent popularity. However, I have now come to appreciate their practical purpose, as well as their ironic nod to my roots. A couple long flannel shirts in red and gray would get me through the week.
Cobweb snoods from TopShop. Oh, how I wish I had a snood. It's even cold most of the time inside public places. Example: while eating in a restaurant for dinner, I had to keep my jacket on the entire meal to keep from violently shaking due to the cold. A snood could have helped me look like less of a freak, as well as kept my wool jacket from getting alfredo sauce all over it. Topshop has these adorable ones, although I'm also thinking seriously about making my own.
Angora over-the-knee-socks. Do I need to say anything else? Oh yeah, they're purple.
Thermal pajamas AKA "Longjohns". Everyone here wears "longjohns" under their clothes. I used to laugh until I walked outside and felt the cold through my jeans. They may be onto something. These are a pretty cute pair, and could double as pajamas.
Tomorrow I'm venturing to the thrift store in search of some baggy sweaters like the eskander one above, and flannel shirts. The great thing about thrift stores here is that a lot of really amazing things slip by unappreciated. A lady once looked at me like I had two heads for ripping a faux leopard peacoat off the hanger and carrying it under my arm to check-out like I had just discovered a million dollars. I am crossing my fingers to find vintage Gucci loafers (dream!), a quilted Chanel purse (actually happened once!), and enough baggy sweaters for the next 9 days (probably!).
Your Golden Girl,
Images courtesy of zimbio.com, Vogue via Fashion Gone Rogue