t-shirt: f21/ pants: h&m/ heels: target/ bracelets: f21
I feel so “Fourth of July at Martha’s Vineyard” in this outfit. So much so that I ripped it off my body and contemplated driving to work in my station wagon in my bare skin because clearly I have no other clothes to wear. Then I figured people (strangers, coworkers, the man who picks his nose while driving to work that I catch every day at the same light) would prefer to see me in an ode- to-America outfit over nothing. I put on the black pumps to try to de-prepify this look but I question if that has helped at all.
And yes. I drive a station wagon. I don’t have children or even any dogs to lug around in it but I do tend to pick up random furniture from the side of the road and haul it back to my house. At which point my husband asks what I am going to do with someone else’s junk and I inform him of all of the wonderful possibilities that old door knobs, window frames and stained chairs have. He likes my ideas until he finds out they entail him doing most of the labor to make them come to fruition. It’s ok though. I make our house a home with other people’s trash. Good trade off, right?