Especially in San Francisco where the weather can really pull some kind of multiple personality disorder type insanity. I think I might be suffering some mild seasonal depression. All I really want to do is eat toast with spread, spin, and lie in bed with Fenway. It's just so freaking cold. I want it to be warm. I want cutoffs. I want SUNSHINE. Pity me.
Sometimes, blogging fashion is literally what get's me dressed and gets me out of bed. I could languish all day in my downward shame spiral or I can put on something pretty, leave the house with my camera, get a cup of coffee and attempt to shake it off. In fact, when things were at their darkest my bff Ashley would try to cheer me up as so "Go in your closet and try on your cute clothes. It will make you feel better." And you know what? It did. It really did.
I wish I didn't like things so much but I do. Sad face. Or happy face because I love this dress and it totally cheered me up. Especially when a dude yelled at me while I was taking these pictures "You're a 10!" and I got to respond "Out of how many?" Oh things.
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