Your eyes look like keys.

If I was a rich mofo, not only would I pay buff men to feed me grapes and fan me with palm fronds, I would take monthly jaunts to Topshop in London in my private jet and buy all the cool junk I wanted there. Actually, none of that is true but every time I go on the Topshop website I drool a little.

Everybody needs a pair of glittery mary-jane flats. When people say the white button down shirts (ick) are a wardrobe staple, they should really be talking about these shoes.

For some subconscious, this oversize tee reminds me of the Fall. Like, the band the Fall. I would wear it and pretend it was a band shirt, because I make sense like that.

Finally, I nearly jumped when I spied this because it has the same phoenix pattern as the sweater I recently thrifted for $6 instead of 18 pounds.