Burgundy tank top: Old Navy, remixed * Railroad boyfriend jeans: Gap * Scarf; Target, remixed * Wedges: American Eagle * Quartz necklace: Noble Town Vintage
Y'all, this is going to be a bat-shit crazy week. It's like a gazillion degrees out in Chicago, I have literal stacks of paperwork to do, we still have no Internet at home, and I desperately want to go to the beach. So I'm leaving you with a short, sweet, Monday post, with my new FAVE pants and what will surely become my hot-weather uniform this summer (note: I definitely ditched the scarf once I realized that it was over 90 degrees and humid as balls).
p.s. Sorry for the naughty language in this post.
p.p.s. Sorry for the second in-a-row outfit shot taken in my dining room. When it's 90 and I'm at the beach on a Sunday, I don't really feel like settin' up the tripod. Plus, this way you see me pre-sweaty disaster.
Title song: Camper Van Beethoven, "The Humid Press of Days"
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