Chanel to the Rescue

{Dress: Vintage Norma Kamali leopard wrap dress. Shoes: Jimmy Choo. Bag: Chanel. Necklace: Vintage. Sunnies: c/o Lacoste.}

I recently attended the grand (re)opening of the Chanel store at Bal Harbour shops. (It’s amazing—it’s Chanel, why wouldn’t it be?) The store is top-notch, complete with Barbie-pink dream purses, sneakers that even I would wear, baubles bearing Coco’s logo, coveted Chanel-colored polishes (I could literally go on here all day). Some of my personal faves are the primary-colored box clutches in the windows—and basically everything else in the store. Even the chairs are boucle. Walking into such an environment can push a girl to her limits. It’s a test of willpower that far surpasses that of resisting Thin Mints come Girl Scout cookie time. Of course, I couldn’t leave without buying at least something— I picked up a the world’s greatest red lip liner. The one I got a million years ago and somehow managed to rip the label (including both brand and hue) off of. I wasn’t positive it was Chanel, but my instincts and its uncanny ability to match every red shade of lipstick from the brand told me that’s where it came from. And the salesgirl confirmed, matching my sad, label-less liner in a matter of seconds. Viva Rouge (that’s just in case this new label gets lost again. Now I’ll have a point of reference.)