Me + Purple Pants + Rooftop | December 2011

A few weeks ago, I decided that what I wanted to wear to Kendrick's company holiday party was a pair of loose-fitting purple velvet pants - the ones pictured above, specifically - and a silky white button-down, plus lots of big jewelry. Sort of an aging 1980s socialite look, because that's always fun.

Except I couldn't find the pants; it appears that they were either sacrificed to the moving gods or donated in a moment of terribly poor decision-making that I have since forgotten. Which makes me sad because I like those pants so much, but mostly because they belonged to my Nanny Ruth. But no use crying over spilled milk, et cetera.