the other night, lise and i were walking home from our bootcamp class and lake of stew was playing a free, outdoor show at the fringe fest so we stopped by to watch/listen. every girl there basically looked like this. it took all of one song before we turned our dirty, stinky, red-faced selves around and hightailed it home.
i know it's summertime and no one wants to think about sweaters but i couldn't not share the cutest cardie the world has ever known.
when i was a kid, i bought my mom a t-shirt with an ironed-on heart on it. she kept it for the longest time but, eventually, gave it to goodwill. if she hadn't, i'd probably be wearing it right now. it wouldn't even matter if it was the right size, i'd just stretch the bejesus out of it until it was.
i'm not convinced that bra-showage is my favourite thing ever. baby pink chunky knits, on the other hand, may very well be.