top- charlotte russe
hat- urban behavior
If the sugarplum fairy was an underemployed twenty-something who lived in the real world instead of the fictional Land of Sweets, I bet she would wear something like this. No? This lace top is one that I bought before the 30for30, even, and then it sat in the drawer and mocked me because all I wanted to do was wear it. I. Love. Lace. In order to properly winterize this top for Buffalo, though, I'm thinking I might have to turn it into a layering piece, which makes me sad. Any ideas to the contrary?
Fun fact: My dad has been the narrator for the annual kindergarten holiday play since...well, forever. When I was in kindergarten, our play was The Nutcracker. I was one of the dolls who came out from under Mother Ginger's skirt. My mom made my costume. I was the bomb-diggity. Dad made me watch the video of that play this morning, and all I could think was, "Wow, I wish I hs a white tulle skirt exactly like that right now."
I wore this outfit to go get diner breakfast with my very prettiest friend, Charlotte. Nom nom. (<- The breakfast, not my friend. I wouldn't nom a person. How rude!) Please note my unwashed hair, looking better than it ever does when it is clean but smelling way worse, and my really awesome glasses.
Also, I am beginning to notice that my kitchen is a mess. Maybe I should just clean it, instead of endless blog-apologizing? (Note: The pile of trash in the background is our cleaned recyclables, waiting patiently to be taken out to their respective bins. Really. I promise.)
Now that friends are home, it's beginning to feel a lot more like Christmas and I'm getting excited. Etta is excited, too. Can't you tell?