I'm too busy trying to keep myself from collapsing in a whimpering heap on the floor over Tom Brady's As-Yet-Still-Top-Secret-Season-Ending-Knee-Injury-We-All-Know-Is-A-Torn-ACL (why won't they say it?) to even contemplate Leighton in that Missoni sheet Jen posted about. I in fact will choose to blame the Missoni rather than Leighton, because I tend to be 75-25, or 70-30 at best when it comes to appreciating Missoni anyway.
But here!:
In Julis Haus (I have the Old Navy version, no joke. I love pink. I know, you're shocked.) and awesome shoes I also have a lesser (though, mine might actually be awesomer) version of.
AND:
Wearing what is pretty much the exact outfit I will wear to all of these events once I start making it onto the guest lists. Black dresses and red lipstick ftw.
