I am trying to wear more pants. I don’t know, people. Tell me, am I failing at pants?
Helmet: Top Gun!; Shirt: Ruche; Jeans: Madewell; Flats: TOMS.
I really, really love these jeans, but it might also have to do with the fact that they fit. It turns out I’ve been wearing jeans that are, uh, two sizes too big. I appreciate sizing that uses real numbers, not “6,8,10, 12″ garbage. THAT MEANS NOTHING TO ME. Madewell sizes in inches. Yay!
Pants: Boden; Tank: Loft; Sweater: Gap
Meh. Meh? Meh.
Top: Ruche; Cords: Loft; Necklace: Forever 21
I’ve never bought anything but jewelry from Forever 21, and I think even that might be too much.
Top and Mister Rogers Sweater: Madewell; Skirt: thrifted
Another thing I was buying in a too big size? Bras. Underwear. I feel much better even if I’m wearing a smaller size than most training bras. Thanks a lot, breastfeeding.
Jeans: Gap; Top: Boden.
Another meh. MEH. MEH SQUARED. MEH to the nth degree.
Cords: Loft; Top: Target; Sweater and flats: Gap
Oh hi, this is the worst outfit ever. It either makes me look like I have saggy boobs or an extra fluffy tummy, both of which I DO, but I don’t appreciate my clothing pointing it out for me. This shirt went straight to the Goodwill pile, and I wrote on my forehead in permanent marker: Thou Shalt Not Peplum.