A few months ago my heart was ripped out of my body, danced upon, squeezed, and injected with J.Crew affection. I’m used to this sort of experience; Anthropologie has schooled me. I drool over catalogs gone by every couple of months and think, “why the freak didn’t I buy that?” So when my tender heart was tortured by the August 2012 J.Crew styleguide, I decided I didn’t want the bitter taste of regret as a companion.
I flip-flopped the outfit color styling to suit my needs and my wardrobe contents.
And here’s where we landed:
Any of you care to share if you have a favorite page you’ve ripped out of the catalog, that you may or may not sleep with at night, perhaps have made a virtual shrine around it, talk to it like it’s a real person?
Go ahead, tell all. Consider this your 12-step program.