I am a hot, rumpled mess today. Seriously, if I were a sundae, I'd be on the menu as The Hot, Rumpled Mess and I'd feature vanilla ice cream and hot butterscotch topping on top a layer of crushed Almond Roca. You don't believe? Feast your eyes:
I mean, conceptually, it's good. I like the my new-to-me butterscotch sweater (thrifted this weekend) with the cream crocheted skirt (thrifted). And I like the addition of black tights (Spanx), the black, silk bow tie (Brooks Brothers, thrifted) and of course, the booties (80%20 “Tessa” via Piperlime, also worn here).
I just look so... rumpled. Or, in sundae terms, melted. My skirt is crooked, and I think all of my layers underneath this look (a long-sleeve tee, DKNY smoothies and a black skirt) make me look a bit lumpy. Like this sundae also features hidden butterscotch chips. Delicious? Maybe. But not necessarily the look I was going for. But, hey, it was snowing, the lumpy layers were necessary.
I just look so... rumpled. Or, in sundae terms, melted. My skirt is crooked, and I think all of my layers underneath this look (a long-sleeve tee, DKNY smoothies and a black skirt) make me look a bit lumpy. Like this sundae also features hidden butterscotch chips. Delicious? Maybe. But not necessarily the look I was going for. But, hey, it was snowing, the lumpy layers were necessary.
Happy Tuesday, All! I hope it's free of lumps!*
Gracey
*Unless, of course, lumps are your thing. Which is cool. No judgement here.
*Unless, of course, lumps are your thing. Which is cool. No judgement here.
