When Missoni for Target was announced, the earth-shattering-volcanic-explosion-like news made me want to twist and shout. So in homage to that exact sentiment (felt on September 13, 2011 — yes, I remember the exact date as though it were my own wedding), here I am victory dancing clad in my Missoni for Target sweater dress. When the line hit the retail giant, I bought whatevs I could get my Essie-polished paws on — from zigzag-covered coffee mugs to towels to rain boots to folders. I drew the line with the bike and patio furniture. But I was tempted. Ah, let’s continue with the jig, shall we?
(Missoni for Target dress, Michael Kors booties, DVF sunglasses)
I foraged Targets across the sprawling state of Florida — from Orlando to the Keys — in an effort to be crowned HER ROYAL MISSONI FOR TARGET MAJESTY. While I am exited about the imminent Jason Wu and The Webster collabs, I don’t think anything will top the Missoni one — other than Pucci. Could you even imagine? Totes heart palpitations. Totes die.
(My when-in-doubt-wear-these Michael Kors booties from four seasons ago, Essie Nice is Nice polish)
Photos by Vas Andy
