Nothing says I mean business more than pouty faces in pictures, poodles, and jewelry.
One would think that Feinberg girls like to over-accessorize. Not the case. Yurman – really? Screams insecurity. Tiff? Still got some left from the Bar Mitzvys, respect. But mostly we’re suprisingly restrained in the glitzy adornment department considering that we are . . .
a) Jews from NY
b) Known to play dress up more than most 6- year olds on a slumber party
c) The grandaughters of Penny and nieces of JTJ – read: the most fashion-forward, Bergdorf Accessories Buyer’s dream/treasure trove of baubles this world has ever seen.
Personally speaking, I’m still quite traumatized from a certain job experience that involved being exposed to fugly feathery butch statement pieces and being forced to wear said atrocities in public. Chickenheads of the world, feathers are NOT your friend. Neither are chokers. What can I say, I’m a pearls kind of girl. It’s what holds me over till it’s time for my poor bastard of a future husband to get manipulated into buying Babygirl some Emeralds. Anywho, like the rest of the Sisterhood, having larger than average chesticles can put a damper on wearing certain pendants and other gems. But some of the trendier, preppier, wholesome finds out there are starting to rev my engine…
Where to Wear: Bachelorette Party, Dinner with Clients in Dallas
Where to Wear: Frenemy’s Wedding, Cotillion (Etsy)
Where to Wear: Clambake on the Eastern Shore, Making Out at CJ’s in Fire Island (Loren Hope)
Where to Wear: Gallery Opening at HAUNCH OF VENISON, Bidding on a Lichtenstein at Christy’s (DANNIJO)
Where to Wear: St. Patty’s in Hoboken, because everyone looks washed out in a green button-down and Barbour, y’all!