birthdate

club monaco dress {old / extremely similar} . rag and bone boots {similar color} . mulberry clutch {updated version} . warby parker sunglasses . dogeared necklace . jouer lipstick in "grace" . chanel nail polish in "dragon"

Early Sunday morning I arrived home and tried my best to get to sleep knowing full well I would feel exhausted later in the day, waking up early for brunch and later, work. But sleep doesn't always come when you want it to and so as I lay there trying to fall asleep, a few thoughts popped into my head. 

"I am no longer twenty-six. I can no longer say that. I wonder how long I'll go around telling people I'm twenty-six before I remember that I'm not and recall my new number... like when I turned twenty-four and forgot for six months. I was twenty-three for a long time. I'm twenty-seven. I wasted my last day of being twenty-six. I did nothing cool. I should have done something cool. Damn it."

Shortly after, I fell asleep but not before convincing myself that I wasn't really, technically twenty-seven just yet officially... if we are going by official time. At the official time, I was rushing to get dressed while my mother called to ask why I wasn't at the restaurant yet. So, basically, exactly like the day I was born. I was not ready yet. I needed to decide on shoes. 

Since I was working over the weekend, JD and I went out to dinner Friday night to celebrate. This is what I wore. For me, Club Monaco is one of those stores I always know I will find something I love in. Usually, my love is in the form of a dress. I picked this one up a couple of years ago while shopping in SoHo and have worn it countless times since. I love darker/moody floral prints for their ability to transition from season to season. It has been oppressively hot in the city as of late, so for my birthday dinner, I paired it with my harrows, black Mulberry clutch, and classic red lipstick. 

Happy Monday, and thank you for reading!