My perfect California Sunday consists of a boozy brunch followed by a trip to the flea market.
Why? What's greater than an excuse to wear a chic daytime outfit, grab a glass or two of rosé, and take away a vintage necklace as a memory.
Aside from a day spent at the cliff-side beach clubs in Capri, Italy, I can't think of a better way to spend a Sunday...can you?
Can someone loan me a pink Cadillac already?
Ok, fine, I'll settle with these mom jeans. I can't decide if this denim moment is pure "mom jeans" territory or a future wave of genius. Sure, they're not the sexiest jeans I've ever worn, but they might be some of the coolest. And since we girls dress for girls, and girls only...
doesn't cool always win?