Button-up: JCPenny, Skirt: F21, Tights: Am. Eagle, Shoes: Rocketdog, Belt: F21, Blazer: Thrifted, Necklace: NY and Co., Shades: Target
Remember me? Well, no, you probably don't recognize me as my legs are as pasty as a loaf of Sunbeam. That's why I covered them in the Barney tights today. I'm thinking I should totally confiscate them from the sis because she never wears them. And they are so much happier on me. I dress them up with pretty shoes and take them out on the town. Let's not mention that I wore them with out shaving my legs because tights get sensitive about those sorts of things.
So, I made the mistake of going shopping today. Shoe shopping, specifically. I found the most perfect pair of Madden Girl heels. I heard harps playing the moment they were on my feet. And they loved my tights. And then I had to explain to them that I am on a shopping ban for 30 days. And they started to tear up, so, of course, I started crying too because they were just so sad. And the whole deal was just utterly depressing. But after a long hug, I placed them back in their box and promised that I would be back after my 30 is up and they felt marginally better.
And now I am watching the Superbowl. Actually, Dusty and Dad are watching the Superbowl and I am tuning in when the commercials come on. Backwards?
I can tell you who's playing. I think I have reached my highest accomplishment potential for the day. Nap time.