Romper: c/o Emporium, Belt: c/o Sparkle Designs, Sandals: Gift, Clutch: Vintage Gucci, Scarf: Old Navy, Bracelets: DIY, F21, Premier, Shades: F21
There are just certain clothes that men hate and women love. Case in point. The romper. Built for comfort, built for speed, built with a massive case of the grandma butt. After much cajoling one day, Dusty admitted to me his distaste for the romper. He said it reminds him of a onsie. And a grown person in the equivalent of a onsie is apparently far too much to swallow. I say I'm outdoing myself by actually getting dressed today, onsie or not. As opposed to the yoga pant episode from yesterday, I'm quite impressed with myself. I suppose it had a bit to do with the discovery I made while putting on my workout clothes this morning. It appears I have been showering too late as of recent. With my eyes shut. In the dark. Half asleep. When the hair on your legs and under your arms is long enough to notice, it's time to give yourself a shower, shave, put on some makeup and your best onsie and take yourself out to run errands.
Don't fret if you don't see me here tomorrow. I have orientation and a whole pile of other things to do and I may not be able to drop by. If that's the case, you can feel free to come back and read this post again. I promise hearing about my under arm hair is just as interesting the second time.