In an effort to make use of our usually dormant HBOgo account, I'm re-watching Sex and the City. I'm in the middle of Season 3, and getting a huge kick out of the outdated tech, fashion, and pop culture references. In one episode, Samantha was telling Carrie about a cutting-edge new service that guarantees a delivery person bring a DVD movie of your choice to your doorstep "in one hour or less." I had to laugh out loud, because I was watching this episode from said HBO account on our Roku, which also contains our Netflix and Hulu. It's hard enough to get us to wait for anything for one minute, let alone one hour.
Anyway, in typing up this blog entry, I can't help but feel a bit like Carrie Bradshaw After all, isn't a blog in 2014 equivalent to a newspaper column in 2004? There's a few key differences between Carrie and me: I prefer Brian Atwood to Manolo, I gave up smoking, and Steve is way cooler than Mr. Big. However, we are both city girls to the core (albeit she the East Coast, and me the Best Coast). And we both share the same affinity for off-the-wall fashion. Check out this killer feather dress, I knew I had to have this the second I saw it on Jessa:
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| [I've been trying to hunt this creation down to no avail. I'm beginning to fear it was custom made.] |
And a similar one I also love from the pages of my Teen Vogue from this month:
