It's finally happened. I've run out of things to say. Really. I've been trying to write this blog post for almost 24 hours already. And this is all I have come up with: lamenting my lack of inspiration. Not especially original, is it?
Let's talk about my shoes, how about. Nice, hey? I think so. I picked these babies up to the tune of 8 dollars. Thrifted, yes. Vintage, yes. New? Yes, actually, they were new (as in never worn) until I put them on my pretty little feet and took them out for a stroll.
In other news, look: a hairband. Fetching, isn't it? I have decided that fetching will be my word du jour. Like today, I don't feel especially fetching. I just woke up from a nap. And I feel decidedly blah. The next photo was taken at the park. And yes, that is a child's cup I am drinking from.
Alright, I'm off. Now you, go get your Monday socks on and get out there and play.* It's sunny outside and still summer for a few more precious hours. Unless it's raining where you live. In which case I recommend a nap (in your Sunday socks, of course).
jacket, danier: $300
shirt, from a friend of a friend
jeans, romeo and julliet couture via winners: $5
hairband, smart set: $3
bracelet, tiffany's: gift from husband
shoes, vintage thrifed: $8
watch: my husband's
ring, smart set: $3
*my son has day of the week socks. I'm a little envious of them, I admit it.