I've been meaning to post about last weekend, when the hubby and I checked out our friend Dan's restaurant, The Oyster Club in Mystic, for a not-too-chilly, sea-breezy Saturday night. [Photo credit: www.mobile.courant.com] Without getting too far into it, all I can say is: go. Go, go, go - especially if you're in the mood for romance, farm/ocean-to-table, and unpretentiously wonderful food. The rustic, elegant, and cozy dining room was decorated simply and warmly with holiday lights, rows of wine on rough-hewn shelves, and berries in finger jars on the tables. We had some tasty specialty cocktails (a twist on an old-fashioned; a dark'n'stormy-tini), and the Times was there taking photographs for their review. As a pretty ridiculous home chef/foodie, my husband has seen and eaten a lot of inventive and delicious dishes, but here we got some absurdly scrumptious and unique treats such as "moonsnails" in an insanely savory garlic-butter broth - a tender, salty, and delightful variation on the usual escargots ... okay, I'm making myself hungry. Back to style. I have been experiencing a remarkable resurgence of love for studded and punk/rock themed aesthetics, as I've mentioned, and wanted to highlight my much-beloved, oft-rejected, regularly-rediscovered punk-studded belt. I think I poseur-ishly bought it my freshman year of college, when I was super into advertising my musical tastes [read: identity] through my clothing, hitting punk shows with my moody boyfriend, writing major-chord angsty love songs on my purple e-guitar (my 3-chick band played one glorious, sloppy show), and downloading obscure bands that "write great songs but suck live --" ughhh, hiding face in hands in shame - good times. Still love the music, just not the persona; ah, youth. That era does boast some awesome relics, i.e. a sweet over-sized Suicide Machines Warped Tour-merch gas-station attendant jacket with a name tag ("Lou") which has since found its way to my brother's wardrobe; also random band wristbands and a giant Rancid hoodie that I think I lost.
What I Wore: I love this nautical, stripy Old Navy top - ideal for a place called "Oyster Club." It has these pretty, clear sequins clustered at the shoulders and just enough slouch. Macy's jeggings, T.J. Maxx Dolce Vita wedge desert boots, birthday bangle from my parents, F21 "linen" blazer and steel pyramid studs, Michael Kors bag. Man, I love this belt. So glad I could never bear to get rid of it -- now, must remember not to pair it with matching cuff, which I used to wear as an undergrad every. day. with. every. thing.
I haven't worn the belt since about 2004, but now I'm so ready to be buds again. Not only does it hold up hopelessly stretched-out jeans, but it also features two interchangeable buckles - I'm waiting to work up the nerve to rock the massively bad-ass silver winged-heart option. Awesome.
All this is making me lust idly after some sick studded Converse - either the lowtops or the dope (and slightly more subtle) leather Chucks. Photo credits: www.styleetoile.com, www.converse.com. I suppose I could DIY, but that's just sooo poseur. Or is it punk?? Standards and semantics. Too tiring for my grown ass.
-xo
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