I was on top of it yesterday. Gettin' junk done, inventing new eatz combos (challo, leftover meatloaf burrito? It seems so obvious now)...
it must have been the 68 degree weather.
Oh how I love the 60's.
It's when sweaters shake off the mothballs from their months long storage.
It's when the air starts to smell like halloween.
It's when leisure reading makes the most sense.
In honor of the fall weather and because the Zara Fall Lookbook is so darn tasty,
we're donning some sweaters over here...
chex it out:
And now, me:
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| sneeze |
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| creep-a-tron |
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| Sweater: Thrifted, Short: Forever 21, Shoes: GoJane, Watch: gift |
Grab that button on the left slap it on your blog and link up with your sweater interpretation.
ha-cha-cha,
ha-cha-cha,
racha
p.s. My favorite cup broke the other day.
The picture is blurry because my tears were obscuring the lens.
Because I cried on the lens first, and then took a picture.
Because that is what sorrow is.
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| R.I.P. 1963 seattle world fair cup |
