On the Hunt

This whole summer I've told myself I'll get out in the world and find the most amazing pieces of clothing and home items I could ever want. It hasn't happened. What am I coveting? Mostly I like things to come to me BUT these are some of the things that are haunting my shopping bone almost daily:

• suspenders (a la brilliant little Swedish girl I saw who wore them with a baggy shirt... so good)
• wedges with buckles or straps that contrast the skin over the bridge of my foot (too specific, you say? Why do you think I'm still searching?)
• black and white striped shirt (why is it so difficult to find you? Shouldn't you be everywhere? So simple, so classic, and yet nowhere to be found; damn you, navy and white nautical wear)
• chunky monotone sweater (a la perfect Prada one below)
• something nude (the wedges of my dreams, perhaps)
• ethnically patterned pillows
• the perfect pair of high-waisted, pleated, and tapered work pants
• more prints
• more camel