I Broke Girl Code.

Saturday night I completely, totally, 100 percent broke girl code. Not just broke it. I actually smashed it, jumped up and down on it, and then threw it in a blender "broke" girl code. 

When I was in the ladies room at Stella  I was asked, quote "where on earth did I get that absolutely stunning bolero" that I was wearing. Rather than telling the super cute girl where I purchased it, instead I lied. Like liar, liar, pants on fire lied. "Oh, it's vintage," I replied. Honestly, I don't even know where the words came from as they were coming out of my mouth. "Too bad," she said back, "it truly is fabulous."

Vintage? Vintage my ass. What I should have said is, 
"Oh this? This is from Zara (the discount retailer) I just picked it up about two hours ago on Newbury. Yes, even though it looks expensive, it is actually retailing for under a hundred dollars.  You should totally go an pick one up tomorrow, it is such an amazing find. Thank you so much for noticing."

Yes, I should have said that, but I didn't. I didn't say that not because I wanted to impress the random stranger in the bathroom, but rather because it is such a cool unique mass produced piece that I wanted to be the only one who has it. The only one not just in Boston, but in the whole world. There I said it. Oh, the shame. 

I woke up the next morning with a serious hangover (more on this later) and a big cloud of negative fashion karma hanging over me. As a girl, and especially as a blogger it is my duty to share such  amazing finds. One can not lie about where they purchased fabulous fashion, it just isn't right. So this is me making amends. Girl from the bathroom if you are reading this you have my deepest apologies. Please go and pick up this amazing piece. It looks great dressed up over a navy frock (which is how I wore it) but it will look equally as stunning with a tank, and boyfriend jeans. For the price this really is a must have. 

You know it's a good thing I'm not Catholic... I really don't think I could handle the guilt.