Good morning, everyone. Welp New York, you officially have gotten to me. Not you silly. But your weather. I mean. Shit.
I can't bear this much longer, so I'm glad I'm off to Maine. I'm a girl who never drinks enough water and today in barre class every joint and ligament and tendon hurt and ached and I could barely lift a leg.
And to continue with my Maine theme of preppydom, I wanted to show some inspiration of how preppy could look cool. It's not necessarily all precious and uptight. When done right, it's so beautiful. True a flat chest and baby hips help the cause, but regale yourself with these beautiful looks and tell me if they don't make you feel like having a gin and tonic and setting sail for Plymouth Rock.
At it's best, it's quirky, cool, and classic all at once. On me, it's straight up gym teacher. I can't. I wish I could. But I can't. I can take some pieces from all of these but can't ever and won't ever go full preppy. Unless I want to look like Mrs. Tumulty. My gym teacher way back in the day- somewhere from year 1-12- I just can't remember. Yes that was really her name. That I remember.
So enjoy these pages from my very own version of the Preppy Handbook (some of you remember the awesome that was that tome), and stay cool for crying out loud. More looks below. They're kind of the most. And there are so many more versions out there, these were just a few of my favs.
Yes- that's preppy Elvis. Weird but amazing.
And that's what's up this lockjawed, pearl clutch of a Tuesday in the 212. Yours, in stiff upper lips, and the uppermost crust. XO