I have a inkling that spring might actually be starting. I spent the morning hanging out with sexy people in multiple floral patterns:
And the evening hanging out at a wedding with different sexy people in a very cute dress:
I felt very French in this dress. Ruffle-y neck, big poufy skirt, black silk bizzow. FYI the perfect “French Chick” finishing touch is the striped stockings. HOWEVER, the best part was that the ruffle-y neck went all around the back, so it was like I was wearing fucking bad-ass ruffle armour:
AND THEN THIS HAPPENED:
- Listen to this song.
- Imagine it was written about you.
I have been listening to this song on repeat for about two weeks. It makes me wish it were summer. And makes me wish I was blonde. Which is a pretty big feat.
Again, my work outfit was super conservative and boring today, so here is my “attempting to be fashionable while walking the dog” outfit. I like it. Mostly, I like my buttoned-up chambray shirt with my Carmen Sandiego hat:
Molly likes that I’m about to take her out to go poopers:
Time to do some colour-blocking. Black, blue, hot pink, blue.
There is something “off” about this outfit that I can’t put my finger on. This is what happens to me – I get up and I put something together and there is something that seems “off” about it, but I can’t figure it out, then I spend all this time trying to fix it, then I’m late and I just leave the house, then I’m stuck with an imperfect outfit all day. I am so hard-done-by.