cardigan- urban outfitters
belt- urban outfitters
shoes- urban outfitters
Before anyone asks, no, Babby is not mine.
We here at Joy, Etc. headquarters are officially moving house and home in four (count them, four) days! Almost all my clothes are securely packed away. I've made myself a small suitcase of clothes I can wear until then (and probably until after then...who knows when all my unpacking will be finished), so expect some variety of insane mini-remix, because I didn't really plan, I just threw things into a bag. Perfect. I still don't have a job, but Boyf, Boyf's Friend, and Boyf's Friend's Girlfriend and I finally found an apartment and I'm moving up on Friday. Holy excitement, Batman! I've spent most of this week either packing or procrastinating packing, so today was the first day in a long time that I've gotten dressed for real. It's also the first time in a long time that I've worn footwear that wasn't either my Minnetonka mocs or my adored lace-up boots.
Today I squared away some final issues at my bank, and tonight I'm dropping by the diner to tie up some loose ends there and also to say goodbye to my friends again. I wish I could have gone thrifting before I left, but as Mom pointed out, there will be new places to thrift in Buffalo. Does anyone live there/have friends there/has previously visited there and have recommendations?
Oh, and the third photo is a picture of my mom's job. I visited her at work today. Mom babysits for my cousin's baby girl. For the sake of the dear thing's internet privacy, I am just going to call her Babby. Don't worry, she's not mad; Babby just makes that face all the time. Today she is wearing a darling pink sweatsuit ensemble. I told Mom that she's one step away from a Jersey Shore-type show of her very own. All she needs is for the sweat suit to be made of velour. Mom told me that she made me many a velour outfit when I was a tot and that I should be careful of insulting other people's sartorial choices. Even when they are only one year old. Suddenly, my taste for tacky floral dresses-that-I'm-pretty-sure-are-actually-supposed-to-be-smocks makes sense. I'm not quite at the level of velour yet, but no one ever said I wasn't tacky. Thanks, Mom.
PS- Yes, our tree is still up and no, we do not plan on taking it down until about April. Etta is not worried about it. She just relishes any opportunity to steal ornaments and lick the glue and sparkles off.