Okay, so I’m going to talk about fashion for just a minute.
Well, actually. I’m sorry. I have to be honest. It’s not going to be just a minute. It’s going to be the whole post. I don’t know why I said it was only going to take a minute. I’m the worst with time but I realized before we got into it, that I’m going to be jabbering for a little bit about fashion and if you committed to reading this post because you were like, “Okay, I can handle a minute conversation about fashion.” I didn’t want you to get half way through this post and be like, “We’re still talking about clothes? Geez. I thought she said a minute.” I have your trust as my responsibility. So disclaimer: This whole post is about clothes.
Do you ever have times when you’re getting ready in the morning and you feel like your outfit was inspiration from the Lord? No?
But say you had experienced something like that, this is what that outfit might look like.
It took some Higher Power to pull this outfit together.
I hate getting ready in the mornings so I always try to plan my outfit the night before. Even if I don’t lay it out, as long as it’s in my head, I’m good.
This outfit was thrown together after a very long night of working (because I have a problem stepping away from a project when I’m in the middle of it). I had also just returned from my trip to Austin and had absolutely no motivation to wash the clothes from my trip.
So I got up, having not prepared my outfit in my mind the night before, said a little prayer, and dug this shirt out of my dirties pile. You know you’ve done it too, so wipe that judgement off yo face.
I added this knit sweater, my trademark skinnies, and my merlot wedges and after I sprayed my shirt with febreeze, I looked in the mirror and said, “Thank you, Lord” for allowing me to look like I was put together. I headed out the door ready to conquer the day and take fake sultry photos like this…
I honestly think that face was an accident. It was the in-between of a cross-eye glance and sticking my tongue out.
This is more customary for my modeling skills…
That face I just can’t help.
Sidenote: I have a remarkable memory for how much clothing items cost me. I have a theory it’s because I find most of my wardrobe on sale and those are tiny momentous occasions etched in my brain. It’s like little birthdays for my clothes, and I’m pretty good at remembering birthdays. This whole outfit? $50. Booyah.
So you want to know where you can get a shirt that lasts even worn out of the dirty pile?
Here you go, Lovelies…
Shirt :: Old Navy
Skinnies :: Old Navy
Sweater :: JcPenney
Shoes :: Target (similar)
Purse :: Target (similar)
Necklace :: Kohls (similar)
Ring :: A bearded mountain man sitting in a booth with no business name on South Congress in Austin.
Me: “Sir, can I have your information so I can tell people where they can buy your jewelry?”
Him: “I’m here in this same spot every Saturday.”
So guys, if you like my ring, see the man with the beard that is sitting on South Congress every Saturday.
Sidenote: Thanks to Adam for snapping these shots for me.
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