Chill Out

chartreuse bell sleeve sweater, culottes, strappy leopard pumps, velvet bag

When: last Tuesday // Weather: weirdly warm // Real life: work

chartreuse bell sleeve sweater, culottes, strappy leopard pumps, velvet bag

chartreuse bell sleeve sweater, culottes, strappy leopard pumps, velvet bag

chartreuse bell sleeve sweater, culottes, strappy leopard pumps, velvet bag

chartreuse bell sleeve sweater, culottes, strappy leopard pumps, velvet bag

I took a bath yesterday, which I almost never do. I lit a candle, turned on some jazz, closed my eyes and didn’t look at a screen for half an hour. As I was lying there, I realized I hardly ever do nothing. It’s not that I feel stressed all the time or that my life is non-stop action; it’s just that even when I “relax,” I’m still doing something. When I watch TV, I’m also working or blogging. I go to yoga for the workout more than the zen, and during savasana, I think about what I’m going to have for dinner. My afternoon coffee breaks double as outfit photo shoot opportunities (see above).

But yesterday I did nothing for 30 minutes and it was lovely. So lovely, in fact, that as soon as my fingers turned pruney, I dried off and blogged about it, then made some to-do lists and meal prepped for the week. Namaste.

Sweater // Shoes* // similar Pants // Bag // similar Necklace // similar Sunglasses // similar Watch

*Shoes purchased with gift card provided courtesy of Shopbop.

Party in the Back

culottes, plain white tee, embroidered pumps

When: last Tuesday // Weather: hot // Real life: work, then fajitas and margs with my main squeeze

culottes, plain white tee, embroidered pumps

culottes, plain white tee, embroidered pumps

culottes, plain white tee, embroidered pumps

culottes, plain white tee, embroidered pumps

After 2 very fun weekend outfits in a row (1 & 2), here’s a deceivingly plain and simple workday outfit. It’s all like, “oh hey, I’m just a plain white tee and black pants and basic pumps BUT OH  WAIT THERE’S FLOWERS ON MY HEELS. BAM!”

You know, if clothes could talk. I like to think mine do, and they always seem to have interesting things to say. Clothes are like my imaginary friends, but in the least creepy and sad way possible. (Fun/weird fact: As a kid, my imaginary friends were named Winnie and Arbara. Yeah, like Barbara without the “B” and Winnie the Pooh without the “the Pooh.” I have no idea where I came up with them.)

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