What a day, dolls. We’ve been exploring Rome’s shopping scene, trying to unearth the best finds, which is fun, but reminds me of the Carrie Bradshaw line “shopping is my cardio.” I feel like I need a gelato and a nap. Followed by another gelato.
But I digress. As mentioned in my last post, roaming around Rome, it’s nearly impossible not to think of Audrey Hepburn in one of my favorite movies of all time, Roman Holiday.
How darling is she? Once again, she proves that simple, sweet style works every time. That enchanting smile doesn’t hurt either, and I know what it’s from — the gelato!

It’s been part of our diet at least twice daily. The pasta-prosecco-gelato diet (take that, South Beach). I think I need some super-sized Instant Button, but it’s so worth it. The spaghetti cacio e pepe (cheese and pepper) doesn’t hurt either. Damn you, Elizabeth Gilbert. And the spaghetti alla carbonara. There are no words. I mean, why not add egg and bacon to pasta?
What’s surprising is that most locals are really thin. I don’t know what their secret is, but Audrey certainly did. Look at that waist. What waist? Exactamento.

My only Roman regret (well, other than eating all that pasta and gelato)? Not having packed Audrey’s Roman Holiday outfit for our little adventure because it would be perfect today, nearly 60 years later. Comfy, cute, charming.
Insteaf of dwelling, I’ve been hunting around for pieces for those of you who want to snag the look too. Hope you enjoy!

{skirt: urban; scarf: nordstrom; flats: bonadrag; shirt: forever21}
Oh, and don’t forget the essential accessory (next to a gelato) — a Vespa.

I prefer the cream one. You?

{photos: via imdb}

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