Twenty11.

Happy New Year from our urban casa to yours. I brought in 2011 with a sparkly starting with a sweet pair of shoes. Although every girl dreams of a pair of Christian Loubouin's (see: A Girl Can Dream) I chose a pair to fit into my tighter budget.

The barbie bandaids I've been wearing on my feet all week were 110 percent worth these Nine West Escher's. {Thanks, K. Smith, for wearing these to the CMA's so I could go by them in my size!) And, wasn't my date handsome.

Reason No. 001 Urban NYE's are better than Rural ones. Dressing up.

I don't think this attire would have looked okay on the back 40, but for a downtown party at the Beacon it was the perfect choice. Note: I could have used a pair of carharts on the walk home though.

All of these boys look good in cinch jeans and boots - which is probably why they are even more adorable in suits.

You'd never know they all ditched the jackets and hit the dance floor when 90's rap came through the speakers.

Hope you have an amazing twenty11!