If you know me whatsoever, you know I’m obsessed with my mom and that’s facts. While I would like to take credit for my style, I have to give ultimate props to the OG that invented hat-face and defies the laws of balance via heel height on a daily basis.
When the guest bedroom was transformed into a walk-in closet (aka stiletto palace, wardrobe heaven, well-organized outfit fortress) I really lost all claims as the family fashionista. Mom, as a birthday gift, I surrender and relinquish the title. You should know this defeat is temporary -so don’t let me catch you slipping. This is a preemptive warning to hang up the heeled sneakers and short-sleeved shrugs…
In analyzing this difficult decision, please see the below evidence of substantiation with regards to my deliberation. To my billions of devoted fans *sigh*, I hope you understand, but the matter is out of my hands. See the receipts.
The proportions, immaculate. The smize? Untouchable.
As Milwaukee’s own Kentucky Derby hostess with the mostess and moonlight large hat dealer, the art of pulling off a peacock feather is both admittedly niche and impressive. Extra points for finding your light.
This aesthetic is just aspirational and further proof of said hat-face. That smirk coming from the knowledge that a themed ‘fit was pulled together with items all from your closet is deserved…and actually welcomed.
The selfie queen back at it, this time in an effortless all black ensemble accentuated with a velvet pointed toe. Pretty self explanatory. Pack correctly or don’t come at all.
When a pink wig is involved, there really is no competition. Thanks for pile-driving me into my own grave with the scuba dress-choker combo, that was just rude. Save some compliments for the rest of us.
In a neck-breaking turn of events, she adapts to Betty Crocker chic without even mention of a rebrand. A seamless transition with cocktail in hand, the technique here is really quite strong.
I have stolen this coat on multiple occasions and have yet to achieve this level of stature both literally and figuratively. Double points for a snatched waist and those Mary Janes giving me serious executive witch vibes.
I took this photo, so this one hurts double. The usage of the embroidered dress as a top and open-toe coordination is a styling masterpiece, equal parts fierce and adorable. The neckline really works so you know what, FINE.
I see no need to continue, the battle has been won. Consider my white flag flown, my hands in solute, and my glass raised. Happy birthday fashion killer, I love you and will never stop stealing your clothes.
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