this past weekend, after a decidedly gluttonous brunch at the smith, i took a detour into ricky’s in hopes of finding the perfect hot pink polish for my toes. i found it in essie’s bottle service, and while browsing the fun summer shades, i also fell in love with a periwinkle shade: the sweetly-named lapiz of luxury. all week, while zoning out in meetings, i’ve been staring at my fingernails like a total ditz, falling in love with my nail color and wondering to myself why i don’t own more items in the blueish purple shade of periwinkle.
as a young girl, my bedroom was all periwinkle – white walls with periwinkle trim, a deep blue carpet that sank down softly beneath my feet when i sleepwalked by way to the bathroom in the middle of the night. then there was my delightfully girly laura ashley bedding, which was floral with hints of, you guessed it, periwinkle. i may have outgrown the ditsy florals and upgraded to white sheets that are slightly more sophisticated, but looking at the pieces above, i think my closet and periwinkle could be seriously good friends.
i’m headed to the client tomorrow, way out in uber-glamorous new jersey. if money was no objection (and i could walk in stilettos), this is what i’d be wearing.