Pinstripe Bandit

I wasn't going to post these horrendous quality photos for many reasons, but in the end, I felt that not doing so would be a missed opportunity to discuss something that I am very passionate about: stealing sharing your male significant other's clothes. My tomboy tendencies have been well documented on this blog and so has my penchant for loose-fitting garments, so the invitation to join me in my klepto ways won't come as a surprise. I do recall at one point summoning you to take a peek in your man's closet to see what you could rummage to fit your own frame -- this post is yet another prime example of how real menswear can in fact be for us ladies, too.

With that I ask: who hasn't had the burning desire to join the pinstripe party this season? I certainly have. And one day, when I sauntered over to my husband's closet to reach for my/his favorite plaid shirt, there it was, staring right at me and whispering sweet nothings: a velvet pinstripe blazer with my name written all.over.it. I'd never actually seen my darling mister wearing this item in all of our years of communal existence (thank god) and I wasted no time yanking it right off of its hanger, immediately forgetting the initial reason for my rifling through his stuff in the first place (ah yes, that plaid...).

The thing did look kind of on the larger side of cool, but I didn't flinch and slipped it on expecting nothing less than greatness. Alas, this kind of oversized was bordering on the frumpy costume look and less on the "oh this old thing? One of my latest super-effortless-finds!", if you catch my drift. But I was determined: this pinstripe velvet blazer needed to happen and I was going to find a way to pull it off. Alarm bells were sounding everywhere in my frontal lobe: Could I close it with buttons? Should I have it tailored? Maybe wear it over something bulky? Would it look good belted? I was still trying to come up with solutions as I started sifting through my belts.

A thin berry velour waist-definer triggered a eureka moment: velour on velour, well OF COURSE! There I was, making good use of an otherwise unwearable piece (after finding this blazer and declaring it a gem for myself, I also asserted that no male should ever wear shoulder-padded, velvet-made anything unless they're Hugh Hefner or a cast member of Sleep No More and made sure my husband knew that meant not him), which now makes it the latest addition to my own roster of stolen goods. I was even more convinced when I took it out for a spin at last month's Ann Taylor event, where it garnered much praise from the mega babes you see in the pic below (and yes, that is the Kelly from the Glamourai and her lovely sister Erin. And yes, they're both genuinely the bomb).

With that is all the proof you need to be convinced to go treasure-hunting in your sig-other's wardrobe... or your brother's, or your father's.


Details:
Pinstripe blazer - Stolen from my husband (similar)
Belt - Joe Fresh (similar)
Turtleneck - Splendid
Jeans - ASOS
Boots - Pour la Victoire
Bag - Bottega Veneta
Ring - Saint Laurent
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