All the Gossip Girl I’ve been watching in the last few days has obviously gone to my brain. I’ve been having Blair Waldorf overload. Old Blair Waldorf, when she was still in high school and had a penchant for headbands and knee socks and having sex in the back of limos. It all started with these shoes. Come on, look at them. Best part? They’re under $60 (!!). I’m debating buying them to channel my inner Upper-East-sider. You know, without all of the scheming and gin martinis. Okay. Maybe with the gin martinis.
True story: back when Gossip Girl first started, I took the whole “dressing like Blair Waldorf” a little too seriously. I was in a drop-waist dress with oversized red glossy buttons down the front, and matching red patent ballet flats. My mom studied me and said, “You look very….’Gossip Girl’ today.” Flattered, I said, “Thank you!” Her response? “That wasn’t a compliment.”