Despite my late night last night, I dragged my ass out of bed early. My first instinct would’ve been to slip on a pair of jeans to join my aunt and cousin on a trip to Ikea. Instead, I resurrected last night’s pair of tights and matched them with a (different) burgundy shirt, a bit of semi-dirty laundry. I grabbed a black miniskirt.
Not exactly inspired. And not exactly practical, either, when it came time to sit cross-legged in the back of my aunt’s car with the boxes of furniture! Yesterday’s ballet flats finished the look! Thank goodness it wasn’t raining or might not’ve made it!
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