I am the long lost child of Oprah and Gayle Winfrey-King. Unfortunately, I am still lost and have yet to inherit my gazillion dollar trust fund. This unfortunate incident, coupled with my love for luxurious fashion has led me to learn how to mix high street fashion with the occasional designer pieces. So until the day that my parents decide to find me, welcome to my version of fashion with a somewhat lax budget. Enjoy!
Silk blouse from a Brooklyn flea market
Shoes- summer staple, Manolo Blahnik's Chaos sandals
You know, every time I list what I am wearing at the bottom of a post like I have done above, I feel like I should include things like:
Eyebrows: mostly mine but I have definitely colored in
Seemingly flat stomach: Haven't yet eaten this morning
Complexion: Make up with a sprinkle of amateur photoshop work
And so forth...
In any case, have a good rest of the weekend. On my way for sushi...
We landed. And you know how some women, Beyonce comes to mind, go on and on about the instant connection and unexplainable love they have for their kid? Well... that still hasn't happened to me; however, my husband swears he experienced that exact feeling for Jamaica the moment we got out of the airport and onto the Jamaican asphalt. His love for the country, its people, culture, and food was so poignant it was contagious-- when in Rome...
I did get back to my American roots and spent a good amount of time imbibing on various drinks and getting caught up on my reading. I caught a bug during my last days there after one too many and have renewed my vow never to touch Vodka.