No matter how much sleep I get the night before, if I'm wearing a maxi dress, I feel like taking a nap. Who's with me?
sandals, dress, & necklace: forever21. cardigan: j.crew. bracelet: hawaii. coverage tank: motherhood maternity.
If there ever was an item of clothing that said, "Go ahead, eat anything you want and don't worry your ever-plumpening head about it for one second," the maxi dress is it. Complete with an empire (non)waist and some tie-dye (the epitome of comfort), it's a recipe for a beautifully fattening disaster. And by "disaster" I of course mean strawberry shortcake and BBQ ribs. For starters.
My free-to-expand belly is happy. My stopwatch-holding, whistle-blowing, lap-calculating running coach of a brain is not. I think she's going to make me run extra laps this week, just to teach me a lesson. Curses.
But I can't help it. Tie-dye is calling to me lately. And when something calls to me, in publically acceptable pajama-ness such as is embodied within the garment that is the maxi dress (didja catch all that? if not, read it again. it's beautiful.), I answer. Not only answer...I shoot my arm up to the sky, wave it around, and scream "PICK ME PICK ME PICK MEEEEE!!!"
Happy Thursday.
p.s. What's the age limit for wearing braids in one's hair? Because I think I'm defying it. Which isn't necessarily a good thing. But I don't see myself stopping anytime soon...
p.s. What's the age limit for wearing braids in one's hair? Because I think I'm defying it. Which isn't necessarily a good thing. But I don't see myself stopping anytime soon...
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