...and tell your friends...

and cozy sweatshirts. But let's be real, folks - this is LA. Although Venice is full of girls who wear shorts and winter boots at the same time, or heavy coats and flip-flops (this city is obviously weather-challenged), it is a place where one needs to look one's best at all time. As they say, you never know who you're going to meet.
THEN my amazing man-friend (as my girl-friends T & G call them) bought me a delicious Christmas present -- a 2 hour shopping spree with Hardy! She was going to take me shopping and tell me what looked good! I basically had my own personal Stacey & Clinton rolled into one petite female. And that's exactly what she was.
back and they could steal it. It was THAT good. Hardy convinced me that this $695 jacket was really worth the $175 I was going to pay for it. "Joanna. It's Smythe." I know, right? Can you believe it? I continue to say to everyone, "It's Smythe," still not really knowing who or what that is. But I went for it. I went up to the register to pay for the I've-never-paid-this-much-for-anything-before jacket and the cashier said, "That'll be $47". Cricket, cricket. $47??? Okay, Jo. Don't say anything. If you say anything, she'll realize her enormous error and take it back. Give her the credit card. Slowly. Nonchalauntly. Why are you moving in slow motion?!? Act normal. Smile. That's it. You knew it was $47. That the gorgeous DESIGNER jacket with the price tag that says $695 is actually $47. It's cool. "Here's your receipt. Have a great day." Holy crap. We did it! Hardy and I could not contain our excitement. We ran out of the store, sceaming, "We stole this jacket!! Oh my god!!" We got a few strange looks, but no arrests. We were in Venice. They'd seen worse.
Okay, the link is up! Disclaimer: This is NOT for the young, the old, or anyone that may be offended by -- well, anything. View at your own risk: