Though there are many things I could say about this gorgeous, ombre dress (looks like it’s been dipped in watercolor, fabulous for beachside weddings in Kauai, especially when the wind kicks up and the dancing gets going), I’m not going to talk about that today. Today, I’m going to tell you a little story about a purse. A purse that I like to call “Pillow Purse.” Flashback to earlier this year in Mumbai. At the start of the holiday, only one item was on my shopping list: a beautiful, embellished clutch. After three weeks of traveling around India, Sri Lanka and the Maldives, I was exhausted. (I know, I have a tough life.) I had found many lovely things, but no such clutch. Did it not exist? On my last day in Mumbai, hot and sweaty, I flopped down on a couch at Good Earth. My head fell upon a exquisite pillow. Tiny in size, it was delicately embroidered in metallics and sparkling with mirrors. I laughed to myself. If only I could find a clutch as perfect as this pillow. Perhaps it was the jet lag or the heat-induced exhaustion, but suddenly an idea struck! Why couldn’t this pillow be my perfect Indian clutch? I yanked the stuffing from the ill-appropriated pillow and marched straight to the cash register with my newfound handbag. The moral of the story? As soon as I stopped looking at the obvious (accessory shelves) and looked outside of the box (a couch), I found the purse I’d been dreaming of. My Pillow Purse.
Kelly Wearstler dress (similar $$, similar $$$), Comme Il Faut tango shoes (similar $, similar $$$, similar $$$$), Good Earth pillowcase/clutch (similar $, similar $$), Kelly Wearstler pyrite cuff (similar $$, similar $$$$) and bracelet (similar), XIV Karats necklace (similar $, similar $$$$), Catbird and ginette_ny rings (similar), YSL Glossy Stain in 29 on lips, Essie Spin the Bottle on nails
Photos by Michele LoBosco