Yum. Yum. Yum.
But what do you expect? It's the Ritz.
The night out also gave me a chance to wear a vintage top I just picked up at the St Thomas Humane Society Boutique for six buckeroos. Silk on the inside, sparkle on the outside. Maybe it's not every girl who wants a bashful zebra peaking out from behind squiggly red and silver stripes on her shirt, but I'm going pretty nuts for it.
Sequin Top, St Thomas Humane Society Boutique; Cargo Skinnies, Free People (via Twice); Sunglasses, Gucci (old); Clutch, my grandmother's; Rafia Heels, Boutique 9 (old, similar here and here); Earrings, made by a friend; |
And just to make sure you know I got my six bucks' worth...
...the sequins continue to the back. None of this sequins-in-the-front-tshirt-in-the-back business that retailers keep trying to pull off these days. And yes, I wore my skinny cargos to fancy Bleuwater. Because I was also covered in sequins. And my heels were about five inches. And all those rich tourist men eat their $48 entrees in their Tommy Bahamas shirts and Rainbows because they're on vacation. So I can wear my skinny cargos if I want to.
The scenery at the Ritz is so beautiful. It's not everyday that I get a view like this when exiting the bathroom:
Oh wait, yes it is. Lucky me. He tolerates my zebra sequins and looks good while doing it. Reason #432 why he is pretty darn fantastic.
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