purse, skirt, & go-go boots: thrifted
The fact that this outfit is even remotely possible lately gives me the shakes. I'm so beyond done with layering. I feel gross. Like I need to slough off five months worth of winter grime and rage forth into spring. Into a bucket of puppies.
Obligatory shoe note: These boots were in the "to sell" pile. The shop didn't want them. I'm glad. I get so paranoid that certain apparel gives me thick calves/food baby bump/meaty shoulders, that I end up never wearing half of what I own, which is stupid.
nighty night babies