Dress: Joie. Sweater: Rebecca Taylor. Booties: Matt Bernson (similar here and here). Sunnies: Tory Burch. Jewelry: Cartier, David Yurman.
So, I think Allen and I might have found a place with a bedroom and a door. I’m pretty excited about it, but trying not to get my hopes up. That’s extremely hard for me to do however, so I’m anxious to get the show on the road. But before then, I plan to overuse the rooftop of my building this weekend by reading, laying, drinking and potlucking. It overlooks Jamison Square, the Ecotrust building and the Steel bridge, and has a giant communal BBQ with a fire pit and plenty of seating. It’s wonderful I tell you.
I invited a few friends for a Saturday night potluck, I plan to make BBQ chicken (I know, I know, it’s confusing to some that I cook meat while being a vegetarian, but go with it), and the girls are bringing a variety of salads, chips, fruit, beer, etc.
Speaking of laying on my rooftop, I wish it was set in Spain where it would be socially acceptable to be topless. The reason for all these side shots above is due to my horrendous tan line in my front, and boy did these pictures accentuate it.