Pun, completely intentional.
Apparently, in my fantasies, I carry $1,240 Lanvin purses and wear Alexander McQueen earrings.
And have a rich grandmother who lives on the UES in NYC.
Just discovered Polyvore.com via Angry Chicken and Posy Gets Cozy. Also, discovered that Polyvore.com is not fire-walled at work. Big Mistake.
For some reason writing like Bridget Jones.
Alternate titles for this outfit: "Too Much Gossip Girl" or "I Could Never Really Walk Around NYC In These Shoes That's Why It's A Fantasy, Silly".