sunday swagger.

because nothing says "i'm classy"
like an apricot cardigan,
umbrella logo,
and frockets.
nothing.

kopy-kat[e]

let's pretend for a moment i'm joan rivers 

{minus all the plastic surgery and inability to move my face},

you're giuliana, kelly or george

and we're on fashion police.

we're imagining all this because it's time for my favorite segment,

"b[eezy] stole my look!!"

...riiight...?

emily deserves a billion unicorns and robots

 for posting this on facebook.

fancy footwork.

new goal in life.

learn every single dance in this video.

and buy some pimped out nikes.
wicka-whhhat?!

my legs are cold.

my last postita about perfume shopping with my daddy made me think of a few things.

1. i want him to teach my future husband how to buy the following:

a. perfume

b. purses

c. jewelry

not joking kids, my dad is good as gold when it comes to that stuff.

he is proud when his "g" comes out.

and 

2. when i went to new york the december of my sophomore year in high school

it was just daddy and me.

new york city in december quickly became my favorite.

i loved that no one ever slept.

i loved that daddy took me to saks fifth avenue

to perfume shop for mommy.

the light show that goes with these flakes was phenomenal.

i felt like such an adult.

alternating my sniffs between burberry, chanel, bulgari and coffee beans.

giving my opinion to the sales rep and my dad like i was some fancy pants.

i loved it when i was allowed to go explore the store.

i found the perfect shade of bright pink lip gloss

and coveted the scarves and clothes.

i was in heaven.

but my favorite part had to have been the tree.

it's really something you need to see to believe,

but trust me, 

it's incredible.

jaw-dropping.

open-mouth drooling.

and word stopping.

eyez juss whanuh goez b@k.

numero cinco.

last night i went shopping with my papanuah. 

we hit up ye'ole' department store to get

some fragrance and bling for momma.

we visited the fragrance department first.

ladies and gentlemen, 

that is when i fell in love.

i fell into deep, deep love with

i turned to my daddy and quietly said:

"daddy, i want this.  i want this for my birthday."

he looked at me, laughed and said:

"maybe when you're older."

and the hip, gray-haired lady behind the counter agreed.

i guess i could see their logic.

i mean, when i sniffed that heavenly parfum

i saw black dresses, pearls and an evening at the theatre.

trust me, it's classy.

{look at me, saying "trust me" like i'm a veteran, 

i'm sure you know what i'm smokin when it comes to no. 5}

back to my story.

while daddy was paying i heard a voice whisper 

"hey, little girl"

i turned.

it was the fashionable perfume lady

{seriously, i want to have her short gray hair and incredible fashion sense at that age}.

she smiled at me, looked to make sure daddy's back was turned 

and said as she bit the package open with her pearly whites:

"i found some samples!"

that's what i'm talking about!!!

homegirl hooked me up!

i am currently in olfactory heaven.

i'm also saving it for a special occasion.

i asked my dad when it would be appropriate for me to rock the no. 5.

he said when i was thirty.

i negotiated that he'd buy me some when i had my first baby.

i better get to work.