The downfall to working half days? You are blogging the outfit that you've already taken off, and some days, you just want to be like: "Ya, that's old news. I've gotta tell you how much I love the shorts I'm wearing now!"
But you'll have to wait a week or two until I'm on my honeymoon and will be pre-scheduling posts.
Instead, you get the dress and jacket and shoes that made me feel frumpy. The first two are a touch large on me, so while I think they're still passable, maybe together they weren't the best choice for my brain. The shoes, being flats, only compounded the problem. But work is over now, and I can look at the pics and pretend I'm happier with them.
And while the jacket does obscure it, I love my collarbone. I inheritted it from my grandmother, who views hers with disdain. I, however, love the straight line of it.