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Yesterday, I was sure that it was going to be a lovely day. You see, I had a free drink certificate [ok...a postcard. But "certificate" makes it sound so much more merited!] from my Starbucks gold card. [Sidenote: from those last three words alone, I have revealed that I am a coffee addict, competitive, a brand snob, and a firm believer that everything is better when it's gold.] Anyway, I'm feeling pretty good about life. And since I am my father's daughter, I see the economic value of getting the most expensive thing possible, since it will be free. Venti skim no whip peppermint mocha coming right up. Pure happiness in a cup...until I get back to my desk and SPILL THE ENTIRE VENTI ON MYSELF AND MY DESK. Sweater, pants, shoes, computer, papers...I've never seen so much coffee not in a cup.

I bounced back [and actually managed to remove all traces of coffee from my clothes in half an hour...but I'm not revealing my secrets], but it still made Wednesday feel a heck of a lot like a Monday. Of course, when I got home that meant that I needed prettiness in my life, which meant that I spent a good bit of time perusing the lookbook for the J.Crew Collection.

Here are some gems that actually made me forget what a klutz I was by hitting me over the head with their sheer fabulousness:











Mmm...yes. Nothing like some unattainably expensive lovelies to make a girl happy again.