This is the story of a girl named Lucky.
JK This is the story of a girl named I’M FUCKING OBSESSED WITH MY RICH NECKLACE.
But actually the lucky thing works too because it was sheer LUCK that I stumbled upon this INSANE, AMAZING, OF-MY-DREAMS, LIFE-MAKING piece in a second-hand shop in the East Village this past weekend.
with how much I love this piece.
#1 – it says RICH.
#2 – it’s hilarious because wearing an article of clothing that says RICH is ridiculous 100% of the time
#3- doing anything / saying anything related to being ‘rich’ is hilarious, which is why ALL OF MY FAVORITE RAP SONGS / LYRICS TALK ABOUT PEOPLE BEING RICH. ALL MY BITCHES LOOK RICH AS FUCK. HOOD RICH.
#4 RICH RHYMES WITH BITCH
#5- it’s a gold chain
#6- A THICK, HEAVY, BAD ASS, BAD BITCH GOLD CHAIN
#7 – I WEAR EVERY SINGLE CHAIN EVEN WHEN I’M IN THE HOUSE
#8- IT’S WORDS. I LOVE THE LOOK OF WORDS. I LOVE TYPOGRAPHY. I LOVE LETTERS. I LOVE WEARING THINGS THAT HAVE *WORDS* ON THEM
#9- It was $30.00
#10- it makes LITERALLY EVERY SINGLE. THING. LOOK BETTER
#11- it’s fucking amazing.
If you follow me anywhere on social media, you already want to gauge your eyeballs out because of how many photos I’ve instagrammed of me in the RICH necklace. And guess what.
I DONT FUCKING CARE, BECAUSE I’M THE ONE WITH THE RICH NECKLACE. AND SORRY THAT I CARE ABOUT AWESOME THINGS. Sorry that I am so EXCITED by and passionate about REALLY AWESOME SHIT that when I find something awesome, I WEAR IT, OVER AND OVER AND OVER, AND OVER AND OVER AGAIN. SORRY THAT I LOVE. SORRY THAT I AM CAPABLE OF LOVING SOMETHING SO HARD. I APOLOGIZE TO YOU FOR LOVING THINGS.
Here is a post of all of the ways I’ve worn the necklace in the basically 72 hours since I bought it:
#1 – with plaid Equipment blouse, Mickey sweatshirt, and leather shorts for thrifting around East Village with Cheralee, where we ran INTO Jason Schwartzman casually getting a blueberry smoothie from Liquiteria. DON’T WORRY ABOUT IT. RICH NECKLACES WILL BRING GOOD SHIT YOUR WAY.
#2 – With my Isabel Marant white knitted jersey top (it looks like mesh but is actually a knit, which is why it’s THE MOST BADASS thing ever and why I stalked it on & off the runway and celebs everywhere for like months and then it randomly went on sale at Hu’s Wear in Georgetown for like $100 bucks or something outrageously low for Isabel Marant /standard for basically anything non-thrifted / non-shitty quality), black bralet, Drew baseball jacket (with leather quilted shoulders), black shredded Rag & Bone jeans, Steve Madden booties, and Marc by Marc Jacobs satchel. Hashtag – Nordstrom Rack.
#3 With my cashmere Balenciaga sweater that I got at Decades when I was in LA over Christmas, that was $80 from $160 because it had a MICROSCOPIC hole in it and at the time I reminded all blog readers that HOLES ARE YOUR FRIEND – exhibit A with my pants.
And no that’s not a bathroom stall it’s a dressing room in Urban Outfitters on the Upper West Side.
#5 – with A floral crop top and high-waisted American Apparel jeans!
#6 – with Wildfox Couture shredded Palm tree sweatshirt (MORE HOLES!) (even though you can’t see them) that I bought for myself on my 27th birthday this year + H&M knitted blue track shorts that I picked out from my H&M collab swag dollars:
Aaaaaaand that’s what I got for you.
Never been so in love with something.
And what did I tell you about wearing every single chain even when I’m in tha house.
‘Cause we started from the bottom now we here.
Here being rich.