Dress: Thrifted and revived Blazer: F21 Shoes: Thrifted Belt: Thrifted
There’s nothing worse than leaving your family after an AMAZING weekend with them. Oh wait, actually there is. It’s when you get home from said amazing weekend, and your eyes are all red and puffy from your teary departure, you (and by you I mean me) set your bags on the floor and contemplate unpacking in your current state of depression but you can’t even get yourself to unzip the dang suitcase. Instead it turns into more of a leave your bags on the floor for two days and slowly take out items as you need them, toiletries obviously escape that dreary bag first, but sometimes you just want to let that bag sit there, you know, let it remind you that it wasn’t that long ago that you were with your family. It stands there as a mighty glimmer of hope that you’ll be back soon! Or maybe it just stands there as a testament to how freakishly lazy you are. Watevs. I’m cool with both. Now who wants to come do my laundry while I eat an entire jar of Nutella in my jammies?!