- Dress – Old Navy
- Sweater – swapped
- Belt – thrifted
- Amber pendants – Grandma’d
- Ballet flats – Old Navy
You can tell its time for my haircut – I can’t bear to wear it down anymore it’s gotten so shaggy and unkempt.
No offense to Chelsie, or my mother, or any other librarians out there, but I felt very much like a librarian in this outfit. Not a modern librarian (because as Chels proves, they’re tres chic), but the librarians of my childhood. I really feel like I should be suggesting copies of The Giving Tree or Free to Be You and Me to you all.
I’m in the middle of a BIG closet overhaul, which has ended up taking weeks because of my erratic schedule. However, it is a great excuse not to pick any of the clothes off the bedroom floor because the process. I can’t mess with the process.
This sweater is in the “Dude, I’ve never worn it and therefore it should not be allowing it to use up valuable oxygen* in my closet in case I have to hide in there to escape the aliens/zombies/Pampered Chef people” category. I’ve been giving each of those pieces one final run to see if they’re worth keeping, and then I’m taking the mountain of clothing on the living room floor** to the resale stores.
I think this outfit may be this sweater’s not-so-beautiful swan song. Off to the donation box it shall go to wait to be re-found by me in Goodwill two months later, and which point I will act incensed that no one has bought it yet.
And because I must,
*If wine can breathe, so can my cotton-acrylic blends.
**Still looking for an excuse as to why I haven’t picked these ones up yet.