Obligatory Thoughtful Pose |
Now, the booties, those babies are my pride and joy. Two and a half years ago, I decided I would die without fold-over ankle booties, and I went on the search for the perfect pair. They found me and my life was complete, except for all the other things I still want. Sure, they hurt a little bit, but I have shoes that teach me the true meaning of pain every time I wear them and these? These are child's play. Sure, they give me a rather ineffective eight inch stride, but that's why we plan our day around our outfit choices, right?
In case you were wondering, my hair looks like I'm wearing a wig not because I'm a lunatic who has trouble discerning which personality is actually her own, but because it was misting yesterday. Yet another form of perverse precipitation, it is more active than dense fog and less active than true rain. It also seems to have found some way to defy the laws of gravity, making an umbrella almost completely useless. Curly hair + flat iron + mist = strange volume.
And no, I will not be taking a serious photo any time soon. Baby steps, y'all. Baby steps.
Dress: Zara
Sweater: Steinmart
Belt: I forget :/
Shoes: Matisse
Earrings: Lia Sophia
Watch: Gifted Concord