|Blouse: Banana Republic, Cardigan: J.Crew, Fur Vest: Joie, Jeans: Democracy, Wedges: Via Spiga, |
Earrings: Kendra Scott, Watch: Michael Kors, Ring: vintage
I love this top, which was a gift from my brothers last Christmas (by which I obviously mean my mom), despite it's propensity to make me look like a Velociraptor when I wear it. Maybe not a Velociraptor. I'm not really up to date on my dinosaur references. But you know that scene from Jurassic Park when the dinosaur flips out and spits venom in that guy's face? That kind of dinosaur. The reason being that this blouse has a ton of great, layered ruffles around the collar, but the slightest breeze causes them to take on a life of their own and flutter uncontrollably up into my face.
I swore an oath at the beginning of this week to wear only skirts and dresses so I could maximum enjoyment out of the nice weather we've been having. But I forgot that I only own like two pairs of tights, so by Tuesday I was out of options. So instead I went the opposite route and overcompensated by wearing as many shirts as possible. Which is to say four. My roommate snapped these photos of me and all my shirts outside Trader Joe's after we basically cleaned them out of wine. Since we take most photos in the privacy of our backyard, we both forgot we were in an actual public setting. Poor families and children walking to their cars were extremely confused by my roomie yelling things like, "Pose for me! Work it! Blue steel!" Hopefully they all just assumed I was already drunk.