Just Say the Words and We'll Beat the Birds

Sweater: thrifted * Jeans: Gap * Socks: Target * Scarf: thrifted * Boots: Target * Belt: thrifted

If you can't tell, I'm miserably behind with posting outfits. I haven't been taking pictures every day, but since I took a somewhat prolonged break from the interwebs, I still have a few old photoshoots to post (if you can call posing awkwardly in O'Hare a "photoshoot"). These, as you might guess, are from pre-Christmas, before I took off for sunny Arizona.

Emily and I actually flew out of O'Hare only an hour apart, so we split a cab, shared a breakfast, and aided each other in getting some last-of-the-year Chicago outfit shots. We also made friends with a very informational staff member at O'Hare. I think he had a crush on Emily (and I'm not unconvinced that Emily didn't have a crush on him, too...). :)

This sweater is my new favorite addition to my closet. Kyla found it for me on our thrifting expedition back when she was in Chicago. You can't tell from these pictures, but it has the most adorable boatneck hem, and the little anchor detail on the front is too cute. It's also wool, so I was happily warm while flying (and I wore it more than I thought I would while I was in AZ. The desert gets cold at night!). Ain't it cute? (Also, check out that rad photobomber in the picture! That guy didn't know he was about to be famous!)

There are surprisingly (or maybe unsurprisingly) few good photoshoot locations in an airport. The lighting sucks balls, there are loads of people everywhere, and more ads than you can shake a stick at (though wouldn't it be kind of cool if American Airlines was a new sponsor of Between Laundry Days? Cool and kinda weird...).

I don't know that I've ever really hung out in an airport with someone, and it was fun to chill with Emily for awhile before I had to board. We also sat near this kid who kept talking to us about the flight. Turns out he had never been on a plane before, and was flying alone, and more than a little freaked out about the whole thing. I tried to reassure him, and told him when to get in line and everything. He tipped his hat to me once we got to Arizona, which would have been cooler had he been wearing a cool hat. He was not.

Title song: Frank Sinatra, "Come Fly with Me"