An itch you can't scratch.

When I am feeling any variation of homesickness or down-on-myselfness, there are two things I want to do.  Number one is go shopping.  Unfortunately, shopping in the UK is a bank account killer for a poor American study abroad student, so that's not happening.  Number two is go out, preferably somewhere I can dance.  That I might be doing tonight, but I'll be straight with you, I'm kind of itching for two different extremes of a "night out": either a frat party (least classy extreme) or a really nice date (most classy).  Ideally, a dinner date that would lead to a cocktail bar afterwards.  Oh, and this is what I want to wear, on this hypothetical (Re: not actually happening anytime this millenium) date, not to the hypothetical frat party, where a tank top, skirt, and flip flops is really all I need.

All three of these pieces are from Asos, which means that if I actually had money, I would actually be able to afford them.  (Well, on a really good day.)  In any case, the dress I'm in love with.  My go to going out pieces are always body conscious; we're talking pencil skirts, mini skirts, and various figure hugging dresses.  This dress has the sexiness of what I like to usually wear in the great slit, but the draping softens the look and makes it a little more romantic, and not club.   

Fact:  When I wear a pair of towering high heels, I feel like I can do anything and get anything I want.  Seriously, I ran for a bus home from a Piccadilly night club in my five inch Guess sandals once, I can rock a heel.  What I love about the shoes here is that they're not black, because I feel like I'm always buying black heels, and that they have this cool combination of soft fabric straps and shiny patent leather.  I'm also a big fan of heels with ankle straps, I feel like they draw the eye up.

Honestly, this bag is completely gratuitous, and I don't even know if it would fit my American cell phone (that I miss soooo much) along with lip gloss, money, etc.  But practicality isn't my thing, and I adore this bag. 

Alas, I do not get to own these clothes, or go on my hypothetical date, or even go to a frat party.  I guess I'll have to settle for the university club and my club clothes.