The Laineys Came! The Laineys Came!
So this is what happens when I am allowed to go to a Lainey trunk sale unchaperoned.
I walked in there intending to just give the girls my sister’s hoodie to get embroidery done on it, swap out the turtleneck I’d gotten from them. . . and then have a look at the new stuff. Just to see, you know?
Well, it never goes as innocently as that. I walk in, and there are rails full of cardis and coats to buy and even more to order for spring. Gulp. Can I help it that it officially dipped into winter-wonderland temps over the weekend? That the scent of the Christmas tree and boughs of holly really, really put me in the mood to buy some scrumptiously cozy cashmere?
An hour and a half later, I walked out with this lovely number. . .
. . . and with this one on order. . .
I just couldn’t help myself. The camel color was so beautiful, and the sleeves have some amazing gold embroidery on them. It was simply perfect. And besides that, Lainey herself said I chose well, as always. How can I argue with that?
When people tell you that you should open a Lainey museum, do you reckon you might have a problem?
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[…] I signed on the dotted line on the spot, and everything did turn out great (other than that tiny half-bath). But I have a little more trouble imagining great things when it comes to trying on clothing samples. I absolutely love made-to-measure clothing; anyone who’s read this blog knows about my obsession with Lainey Keogh. (And I’m expecting the embroidered cardigan I ordered at the December trunk show any day now!) It’s not quite the Paris couture experience, but hey, I’m also not out $20,000. (Well, not for just one item, anyway!) […]