Jessica Daily: Pink

4.07.2011

Pink Loyalist

As you already know, pink's always been my color. Ever since that fateful day Kimberly the Pink Ranger made her way into my life I've been loyal through and through.

There's lots to love about pink: it's happy; playful; feminine; bold; and plays well with others. I've always had pink walls in my room but since I am turning into an uber sophistcated, mature woman I've been thinking it was time to go with gray.... or some other color that says, "I know how to do taxes and poach an egg" (two very grown up things in my mind).

But then, just as I try to run from my childhood wall choice I wind up seeing this yumminess (below) and I feel dizzied with confusion.

The perils of paint.

Be a dear, and tell me your thoughts. I'll take them in, let them jiggle around in my mind for a few seconds and then go back to contemplating the most pressing issue of the evening: how will I tame the mammoth pile of shoes that's growling from my closet?

Image 1 via Take Out In Couture; Image 3 via MFAMB; Image 4 via Belle Maison; Image 5 via Matchbook Magazine; Image 6 via Made By Girl

4.06.2011

Dressing Like A Valentine

For The Love of Pink and Red by jessica hagy featuring scalloped shorts

So you've heard me chatting about my love for red and pink worn together here and here, but I figured I might take it a step further and style my own little get-up. Ever since my Coachella post for Shop Eat Sleep yesterday I've gotten a little polyvore happy.

I used to think too much red and pink would look like a second grader on Valentine's day but somewhere in the past few months I happily changed my mind and got all sorts of obsessed.

Regarding the ensemble above, there's some specific things that bring me joy: the high waist and scalloped hems on the shorts; the luxe fabric of the silk blouse; the crossbody length of the leopard bag (I like to use both of my arms... it's weird); and the kind-of-masculine-until-you-notice-the-bow loafers.

I'm on a loafer kick this week too. I bought a pair of mint green crocodile loafers (I know, swoon) at Crossroads on Saturday and my boyfriend looked at them and asked, "um, are those used?"

I replied, "yes, but they're from Italy."

For some reason, knowing my used loafers were italian made me feel better about sliding my toes into a space other digits had been before.

Maybe my toes will develop an Italian accent.