My weekend was good, good stuff. On Friday I sat with a Salinger book at a dimly lit neighborhood bar, a beer at my elbow as I waited for my friends to finally, finally arrive. But as the folksy rock mixed with the rising din of conversations and laughter, I decided that waiting a good portion of an hour isn't so bad when you had short stories to thumb through and good beers just a raised finger away. I mean, could be worse.
Then fast-forward one day and one hangover later and we're at Sunday, when I went to a vintage furniture store opening with one of my besties, Lina. There we ate brownie bits and drank bourbon as we wandered through Mad Men-like room layouts, dreaming of having apartments big enough to hold such pretty couches and wall tapestries. "And here," I'd say as I'd sit down at a mid-century dining table with mismatched, brightly colored metal chairs, "is where I'd serve you Eggs Benedict at my weekly Sunday Funday Brunch. If I had an apartment." We'd nod our heads as we moved onto the next piece, ready to give it it's next assignment. "Here is where you'd leave a ring with your wine glass at that one party I'd throw, and here is the couch where we'd have an eight hour Harry Potter viewing party. With cloaks on over our sweatpants, of course. Well yes, of course." If.
Afterwards famished from all the plans we've made, we went to an upscale diner type place where we parked it at a counter-top and talked the way only best friends could, whittling down a couple of hours chatting about travel and Rob Kardashian, New York City plans and the tastiness of goat cheese ice cream. There's something about sitting at a counter at a restaurant that's just too good. The way you can turn around and have your knees bump with your friend, the way the overhanging light bounces off of the shiny vinyl of the menus and the clatter and din coming from the kitchen right in front of you. It's good, homey stuff.
The weekends are made of good, good stuff.
Now as I get all dreamy eyed over the love of my good friends, let's talk style! Do you remember this Mitla Moda top I wore with overalls? Cuteness, amiright? Well it seems that this top just begs to be paired with denim, so I appeased it and went with a high waisted American Apparel number this time. But it appears that baggy mom jeans and a long, boxy top don't mix very well. So my quick fix? Take some clothing tape, fold the top under into a crop top, and secure it by ironing over the folded crease! That way you don't have to cut and hem a perfectly good top (because what if you want to wear it the long way some other time?) but you'll make it work for the outfit you're trying to create. This trick has saved me from frustration many a times. And if you want to check out some other Mexican embroidery styles, check out my favorite picks from Mitla Moda below!