I have a weird condition. Sometimes I develop these outfit crushes and when I happen upon these looks, my mouth literally falls open and my head kind of cocks to the side in wonder. I'm sure from behind it looks a lot like when you hold something loud or shiny in front of a baby or a puppy. It happens to me frequently while walking down the street in Manhattan, but most often it is when I'm sitting on my ass, procrastinating, and cruising through some of my favorite style blogs.
The best kind of style surfing is when, without even realizing it, you seemingly fall through an image rabbit-hole of vintage mink coats, perfectly distressed denim on lots of very thin legs, those smarty-pants spectacles everyone is wearing, and arm after arm of deliciously layered accessories. One of those above mentioned rabbit holes just happened and click after click led me through an ocean of style envy to finally wash up at an adorable blog called A House in the Hills. Aside from being just lovely, the author's post on her friend's immaculate style, found me at my latest outfit crush. It. is. perfection.
Let me start out by saying that I don't know this woman from a waitress at Denny's but what I do know is that if our paths ever were to cross, we would immediately become best friends and shoe shop together while we shared guacamole recipes and funny stories about our boyfriends. We are style soul mates. Those leopard wedge/booties (with the little gray nubby socks peeking out - LOVE!) have been very high on my wishlist, her rolled up skinnies fit perfectly, and a carbon copy of that J.Crew white mens oxford is currently in a ball on my floor because mine gets worn way too often. Oh, and that nameplate necklace? I've had one almost as long as Carrie Bradshaw. Style. Soulmates. Wherever you are lady....well played.