I wear the same things all the time, eh.

Skinnies: Gap
Shirt: Nic and Zoe, Nordstroms
Sweater: thrifted, but lovely cashmere and almost too soft, white, pretty and girlish but I'm enjoying the feel of it
Jacket: Ann Taylor
Boots: Franco Sarto

A few years back I hired a stylist (yes I did, really) who went through my stuff and told me these boots were dated. Because of the square toe, or something like that. I'm very glad I didn't listen to her and kept them. They are the highest heel I have. Now, the funny thing is, this shoe would normally be killing the ball of my foot within about 30 minutes of wear, and I was happily prancing around in them all morning. I'm home now so they're off my feet, but not because they hurt; they did not at all. I'm so Team Anti-Heel so am very surprised by this. I have not lost much weight. I may be slightly more muscular but how would that make a difference? Whatever it is, I finally feel like I know what it's like to be able to be in heels without feeling like I'm torturing myself. It's weird.

And the other totally random thing (I'm attaching here, because I must get off my computer after this). I was reading a remainder-bin book I got called Ellements of Style, Elle interviews with a bunch of celeb women about their style. And anyway the remark in passing about one of the women, who goes for a bootcut style of jean because she is "tall and rangy." So I give up trying to figure out the rules. I thought bootcuts were supposed to balance you out if you were short, or busty, or short and busty, or whatever. There is no science to it, clearly.

ETA: forgive my hair...I would like to get a sleek hair transplant. I'd trade some of my bedhead but I suspect you wouldn't want it.