tights- we love colors
dress- urban outfitters
When I first moved to Buffalo, I was complaining to my roommate's friend, who is a lifelong resident, about how the snow, ice, and salt here constantly kept me from wearing all my cute shoes. "I don't want to be that girl who wears her snow boots everywhere she goes," I complained.
My roommate's friend had nodded, and then he said, "Yeah. But you could either be that girl who wears her snow boots a lot, or you could be that girl who is slipping and sliding all over the sidewalk."
These are not my snow boots. Today, I was that girl whose legs swept out from under her and landed on her ass in the snow. In front of my apartment building. And an entire line of cars. Don't worry, folks, it's just my ego.
PS- Boyf made me take the last picture and he also made me smile. "But it's the back of my head," I said.
"Smile," Boyf said. "They'll know if you don't."