My husband said I looked like a Brady in this. I can see it. I’ve been absent from the blogosphere since like last Thursday or Friday due to being ridiculously busy. And oddly I noticed that I get this really strange anxiety when I blog fail. Bloxiety. I’ve been working on my story as well as two other papers due this week, and I haven’t worn anything other than AA gym shorts and t’s because my “office” is my laptop in bed… so yeah, not so much wearing proper outfits these past few days. I promise a lovely outfit post tomorrow though, as I will be out of the house all day and can’t stand to look like a slob in public.
Oh, and am I the last person on the planet to hear the song “Bruises” by Chairlift? I can’t get enough of it for some odd reason. I think it’s because it talks about frozen strawberries, bruises, and grass stains. I love the juxtaposition of those images. The song makes me want to fall in love all over again and cry and pick flowers. How cliché am I? Oh, very.
wearing wearing:
vintage mustard yellow cardi
some top
“To the Max” pants from years ago
scarf from mom
UO beret
Marc by Marc Jacobs heels
A few more photos and brand new rambling at le blog:
The Snowshoe Rabbit
