Oh hello, meet my favorite outfit ever.
I have no idea how I whipped this one up. This was somehow master minded during a morning where I was sitting on my bed across from the closet, eating my cereal and staring angrily at my clothes rack, vowing in between Cheerios bites to throw the whole lot out right after work.
I hated everything. Nothing worked, nothing grabbed my eye, I've already worn it all before. Going in my granny panties to work was becoming more and more of a viable option.
After I scraped the last Cheerio with my spoon, I put the bowl down on my bed and was ready to tear the rack out of the closet, calmly and Hulk-like. I slowly walked up to the doors. I blinked at the patterned sleeves and flowing skirts coldly. And as the wrath was just about to come down, I spotted my pink waitress shirt laying jumbled on the shelf next to my tribal dress. I cocked my head, intrigued. And stuck between two pairs of boyfriend jeans was the corner of my powder blue skirt. 'Why, this could work!', I thought, grabbing for them and smiling abashed at my dresses and vintage sweaters.
Too rash for my own good I am.
Dress- f21 (worn as shirt)
Pink shirt- thrifted
Belt- J crew
Booties- Topshop (recent!)