I’m a stalker.
No, not that kind, silly. I’m a bonafide, certifiably obsessed style stalker, and what I’ve been stalking this summer is cutoffs.
It’s taken me a while to find the right pair since I don’t have any denim I’d dare take scissors to. Who knew it would be harder to find the right cutoffs than to find the right jeans? But, wow, trying to score a pair that’s not too short**, too long, too tight, too contrived, too dark, or too light? No easy task. And finding a pair that’s not too expensive? Even more challenging. Cause y’all are crazy if you think I’m paying $175 for a pair of cutoff Sevens. Please.
After trying on what seems like dozens of denim cutoffs, I finally found a pair at my favorite place for cheap thrills: Old Navy. And now I have my perfect summer-errand-running outfit…
*WVW=What V Wore
Banana Republic safari shirt, Old Navy leopard bikini top and cutoffs, Gucci bamboo platform sandals (happy birthday to me!),
Lucky Brand necklace and blue stone ring. Onyx ring…who knows. Sunnies, Target. Nail polish: OPI You Don’t Know Jacques.
**As much as I bought into Garance Doré’s manifesto on Hot Pants, and as ballsy as I am, I still don’t think it’s wise to throw caution to the wind and rock a cheeky pair in homage to Daisy Duke. Of course, Garance admitted she only wore hers because she wasn’t in Paris (or in the vicinity of anyone she knew), which is wise. I can’t imagine the level of embarrassment I’d feel if I ran into my priest with a slice of my bottom hanging out. And you know I would. Cause things always play out that way.