Juicy

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A friend first turned me on to Juicy Couture perfume. I bought the purse compact the last time I was in Vegas. I have yet to meet anyone who doesn't like the smell of Juicy. Fresh and cute.













I also picked up these knee-length 'Juicy Angel' skate socks. Skate socks are fun with short skirts or short shorts. Holly Madison of The Girls Next Door (basically the most awesome girly show on tv right now) sells a three pack of pink/white/black skate socks I keep meaning to pick up. But honestly? I don't wear short skirts or short shorts often enough to justify more than my Juicys. And let's face it, I am in fact an angel.








And the clothing Juicy is known for: hoodies and yoga pants. Hoodies in general are the perfect investment. (In San Antonio, an array of hoodies doubles as my winter coat.) Combined with yoga pants, it's hard to want to ever wear jeans again. Comfy, cozy, soft, easy to throw on and off, easily worn to the grocery store, the movies, a casual dinner with friends, or just lounging around the house. Darker combos can be dressed up with fancy chanclas (gold, silver or my Marciano jeweled ones come to mind) or dressed down with plain, dark colored ones. Pink suits look cute with ballet flats or simple tennies. The only time they aren't great is the mid-summer months, but luckily there are nine other months in the year that are perfect for hoodies. And what girl doesn't look cute in a hoodie? It just works on everyone. Juicy track suits come in a couple of different fabrics, but in my opinion, go velour or go home. (But don't pay full price for one.) My chocolate brown hoodie/yoga pants velour track suit just might be what I am buried in someday.






Comments

Anonymous said…
I'm jealous! I love Juicy Couture! Hard to find unless you live somewhere huge, like Toronto or Vancouver, here in Canada. Or maybe I'm just not looking in the right stores. :)
Thursday, August 23, 2007
Rebecca Foster said…
Nordstrom here also carries some Juicy stuff. Can't remember if you have Nordstrom in Canada? There is a Juicy in San Antonio. Last time I was there I walked by but didn't go in. Didn't want to subject my male friend I was with at the time to all that estrogen haha. He had already been to Tiffany with me, I figured that was enough for one day.
Friday, August 24, 2007
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