The time I wore a monogrammed sweater

M is for Mallory M is for Mallory M is for Mallory M is for Mallory M is for Mallory M is for Mallory M is for Mallory M is for Mallory M is for Mallory M is for Mallory

Sweater-Old Navy// Skirt-JC Penny// Tights-Spanx// Shoes-Shoemint

There comes a time in every little persons life when they learn to write the first letter of their name. It’s a magical day. It is also usually the day they end up writing it on the kitchen wall and their mom nearly kills them. I assume. Not that I ever did that. Ever. Promise…

As soon as I was able to write an M I fell in love. It was my M. I wanted it on everything, I wanted to practice writing it. I got M stickers and I stuck them on everything. Most kids grow out of this. Unfortunately- I never did. Call it Laverne and Shirley syndrome, call it narcissism, call it whatever you want. I own it. I have M’s around my house, I have an M on my Christmas stocking, I have a diamond M necklace and when I saw this M sweater at Old Navy for next to nothing I knew I had to have it as well.

The first time out of the closet I had to dress up a bit so I paired it with this fabulous (FABULOUS) gray leopard print skirt. However, I think it was meant to be layered over a plaid shirt and boyfriend jeans or even a cute pair of cut off shorts. We will see where the sweater takes me.

See you later alligators.

Mal

I dress for Girls

IMG_4700 IMG_4701 IMG_4697 IMG_4694 girl clothes

The clothes:                                                                                                             Sweater-JCrew old-similar here                                                                                Pants-Macys old-similar here                                                                                    Heels-Nine West from a Haute Look Sale (If you aren’t signed up WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR, it’s amazing) check it out here                                                                  Necklace-Stella and Dot

There are three kinds of women in this world-those that dress for men, those who dress for women and those who could not possibly care less (I have heard these people exist although I would be completely intolerable to them so naturally I don’t know any). I, obviously dress for women. I love fashion, I love taking chances and for the most party my husband doesn’t like/care/notice what I wear. Unless its new. He ALWAYS can sniff out a new item. Its rude. And amazing.

The day I wore this outfit I had a happy hour planned with one of my favorite people. Her name is Laura, she is engaged, she is a blogger-check her out here, and, well, she is just plain awesome. She also gave me one of the best compliments I have ever received. In our first year together she told me I make her want to dress better. It still brings a tear to my eye. And a whole lot of pressure to deliver an amazing outfit that looks effortless and original every single time I see her (which is a LOT). Some would crumble under the pressure. This is where I thrive. This is where amazing outfits are born.
I love the unexpected mix of this cozy knit and the army pant all brought together with the studded heel. Maybe others hate it, but I had a feeling she might be impressed. And if not she at least has the good manners to not tell me to my face. That’s not true, she would totally tell me. And probably blog about it.

Unfortunately she came down with a bad cold and wasn’t able to meet up so she is seeing the outfit right now with you all for the very first time. So Laura-if your reading this let me know your thoughts.

What do you all think?

Mal