I like sparkly things

Much like a crow, if it sparkles, I'm attracted to it. As is frequently the case with fashion, there was a price to pay for my glittery outfit. It shed so badly, I'm going to have to detail my car. At one point, I had such a tickle in my throat, I'm pretty sure I had inhaled twinkly dust from my outfit. Upon reflection, it was worth it. 

I completely adore his fashion sense. We always wind up matching without even trying.

My Man About Town and I began our evening with a quick stop at Felix. The hostess is a thrifter, too, and I should have gotten a photo of her darling faux leather miniskirt.

Fromage, lobster encrusted deviled eggs, charred Spanish octopus

Then, we were off to see Million Dollar Quartet at the Gaillard.

You have completely spoiled me with box seats.

I may have developed silver lung, but it is an incredibly comfortable outfit. Everything stretches!

Jacket detail. Pretty sure I inhaled a dozen or so if the silver bits.

Trouser detail. Open weave along both the inside and out of the straight legs.

Fulfills my evening bag prerequisite. Just large enough to hold phone, glasses, & keys.

Evening jacket: Alex Evenings, friend's closet, $20ish
Slim cut trousers: White House Black Market, friend's closet, $20ish
White tank with silver glitter: New York & Co., $2.99
Evening bag:  Salvation Army, $4.00
Boots: George, Goodwill, $3.99

Sprinkled with glitter by the end of the evening.

And the morning after, as I survey the damage, a trail of silver dust from the car, through the house, up the steps, into the closet, I've come to the conclusion: I can never wear this outfit while I commit a crime. The evidence will be linked to me more solidly than DNA.

We don't take ourselves very seriously at all.
Most photos courtesy of My Ever-patient, Generous, Fun, Compassionate Man About Town