Back to New York just in time for the 4 consecutive days of grey-weather-rain, the week before I had been pool side in Cocoa Beach - feverishly applying sun tan lotion in an attempt to avoid the inevitable burn that I would return to New York with. But, while I was there, I headed to Orlando for a day of wishful window shopping at an upscale outlet mall. I stumbled into the Fendi outlet boutique and was completely blown away. My mother and I found ourselves running our fingers over leather rosette skirts, vintage lace chemises, and beautiful silk trousers. It was a totally sensory experience at a brand that I honestly have never been too familiar with other than ogling the few silk Fendi scarves my mom had collected over the years. Safe to say, that Fendi's construction and opulent fabrics are nothing short of flawless.
In my younger years (aka. like, two years ago) I had completely sworn off rings. They were the one accessory that was more than off my radar - I despised them. I'm not quite sure why, but it was in the same vein that I swore off bell-bottom jeans when I was in the sixth grade - I even made my friends sign a pact that we would never give in to the flare-jean-wearing masses (so dramatic). But, back to finger-wear, as my style has evolved over the years, they're now my can't-get-enough accessory. Ch-ch-check these out!
