Clothes & Confessions
Dress: 41Hawthorn / Coat: B.B. Dakota / Shoes: Target / Tights: Urban Outfitters / Necklace: Excessory Exchange
I confess...
I picked this dress out for myself back when I worked for StitchFix. Pretty sure that's where all my paychecks from that establishment went actually.
My kitchen floor always looks like that; it's not just dirty. You should see the carpet.. yikes.
I keep baking things for people that I can't eat myself (read: all dairy everything), but then I accidentally lick spoons and, well, my stomach is retaliating as we speak.
I lost a bet on the Super Bowl game and now I have to do a choreographed dance to a Katy Perry song.. Should I wear a "Blades of Glory" costume too?
I text people in hashtags when I drink too much champagne.
Yesterday was Ziggy's birthday and I forgot until my grandma wrote on her Facebook wall.
...my dog has a Facebook page.
Every night when I walk home from the train, it's super dark out and I get scared so I've gotten into the habit of calling someone every time. I call it "talking me home."
Sometimes when I'm PMSing and someone doesn't answer for said talk home, I cry.
I worked out my arms with 5-pounders last night and I could barely lift them afterward. I really can't lift them now. #weakling
I can't remember the last time I painted my finger or toe nails. Good thing I'm not one of the 56 bajillion people getting engaged right now.
I refuse to spend money on gym clothes and I realized yesterday at the gym that I do, in fact, have the world's ugliest gym attire and world's least supportive sports bras.
I also never want to spend money on intimate apparel, so there are holes all over my skivvies, but I ordered three new pairs of boots the other day. Priorities?
I just discovered
I confess...
I picked this dress out for myself back when I worked for StitchFix. Pretty sure that's where all my paychecks from that establishment went actually.
My kitchen floor always looks like that; it's not just dirty. You should see the carpet.. yikes.
I keep baking things for people that I can't eat myself (read: all dairy everything), but then I accidentally lick spoons and, well, my stomach is retaliating as we speak.
I lost a bet on the Super Bowl game and now I have to do a choreographed dance to a Katy Perry song.. Should I wear a "Blades of Glory" costume too?
I text people in hashtags when I drink too much champagne.
Yesterday was Ziggy's birthday and I forgot until my grandma wrote on her Facebook wall.
...my dog has a Facebook page.
Every night when I walk home from the train, it's super dark out and I get scared so I've gotten into the habit of calling someone every time. I call it "talking me home."
Sometimes when I'm PMSing and someone doesn't answer for said talk home, I cry.
I worked out my arms with 5-pounders last night and I could barely lift them afterward. I really can't lift them now. #weakling
I can't remember the last time I painted my finger or toe nails. Good thing I'm not one of the 56 bajillion people getting engaged right now.
I refuse to spend money on gym clothes and I realized yesterday at the gym that I do, in fact, have the world's ugliest gym attire and world's least supportive sports bras.
I also never want to spend money on intimate apparel, so there are holes all over my skivvies, but I ordered three new pairs of boots the other day. Priorities?
I just discovered
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