Every year I get a little too excited to bust out my summer clothes at the first hint of warm weather, and every year I’m met with the same result: freezing my ass off. Friday night was one of those occasions.
After enjoying 70 degree weather all day, I thought it was completely reasonable to jump on the pastel train I’ve been so stoked about and wear this ensemble out Friday night – greatly misjudged. It was very windy and B didn’t wear a jacket I could steal (though he did offer me his shirt, but it wasn’t late enough for that to be remotely appropriate). Oh well, ’til next year.
New Mexican turquoise jewelry
Michael Stars t-shirt
Marc Jacobs shoes