Late Night Date Night

I bought an entire outfit for a belated Valentine's Day date night. You saw it the other day. All that denim denim denim. I didn't wear it on the date. 

Why not?

Well. I didn't want to. But I absolutely wanted an excuse to buy the outfit in the first place. Apparently this sort of thinking is called "girl math". A friend informed me of this WONDERFUL concept. Now I know what field of study to pursue if I ever get my Master's. Because I am hella good at girl math. 

In other news, here's the outfit I DID end up wearing on the date:

So let's see if I can remember everything I am wearing and where it's from:

Book bag: I made it. It was a book. 

Blazer: H&M

Shorts: Winners. They were much longer but I cut them. 

Velvet Top: Winners, Zara. The straps were too long so I cut them and sewed them back up again. 

Black tights: they were just in my drawer. They have always been in my drawer. There will ALWAYS be a pair of black tights in my drawer. I don't know where they come from. They are just always there. And always will be. *cue ominous music*

Boots: Doc Martens platforms. These are THE BEST SHOES EVER. 

Necklaces: Tiffany's key & a necklace that was my mom's. 

Blue light: that's magic. I use magic to take pictures now. I'm magic now. 

Also just noticed that my blazer is VERY linty. But that's okay. Because I don't think anyone actually reads this. 

Kisses!!!

XOXO: Kimberellie