Coat: Boutique (Limelight), Dress: Gift, Sweater: Gap, Tights: Target, Shoes: Ann Marino, Belt/Ring/Headband: F21, Purse: Thrifted
You guys may or may not have noticed (probably the latter) that I dropped off the face of the earth as of Thursday afternoon. We can thank this nasty gunk that I seem to be plagued with all of a sudden. Cough, fever, exhaustion, sore throat. Fun. I will assure you that I did go pants-free on Thursday and I actually wore a really cute outfit. Since it wasn't photographed, it technically didn't happen. So I am perfectly justified in wearing it again. Perhaps all hope is not yet lost. Friday, all bets were off. I dragged my butt off the couch for all of five minutes in a pathetic attempt to get to work before I decided that mom was right and decided to call in sick. I wore jammies and my favorite blanket. All day.
Today, in a stroke of brilliance and in an effort to make myself feel better, I decided to put on my big girl panties and get all gussied up to go shopping. I put on my best combo of street corner tights (I watched Pretty Woman for the 100 millionth time last night) and tea with the queen coat. Don't ask why I associated this outfit with such. It can likely be attributed to spending 2 days high on cold meds. Don't be fooled. Getting dressed doesn't actually make you feel better. I'm now paying for it by gluing my rear to the sofa again clinging to my favorite blankie for dear life. So let's forgive the fact that I forgot to switch to my 50 mm lens for the above photos and I look completely strung out and slightly possessed.
Thanks guys. And if this post doesn't make any sense, it probably shouldn't. It's likely best not to write when in such a state of exhausted delirium.