Long Black Jacket- Free People, Lace Top- Wilfred(Aritzia), Grey Cutoffs- no idea, Black Solvang Clogs- Jeffrey Campbell, Fringe Bag- Vintage, Black Rosary- Aldo, Rings- mostly Free People, Black Ankle Socks- F21
After a completely wonderful but incredibly tiring weekend, I am not really in the mood to do much more than fall asleep in front of the TV (there has to be something unhealthy about the consistency with which I do this). I love the look in my eyes in these photos- they could be some kind of public service advertisement for the dangers implicit in the consumption of too much vodka and Taco Cabana. Anyway, if this post is rather nonsensical then I apologize, but I am running on fumes, so to speak. I just realized that Taco Cabana may be a regional thing. If so, then let me explain- it is basically the perfect drunk food. In fact, I got drive-thru there once on like a Tuesday afternoon and my husband made fun of me for about a week. You really aren't supposed to eat it unless somehow intoxicated, mainly because it isn't very good- however, the bland pseudo-Mexican food takes on a magical (I really overuse that word, oh well) quality when used to soak up alcohol. OK, now that I have adopted what is ostensibly a fashion blog for the purpose of rambling about bloodshot eyes, vodka, drunk food, and my tendency to say magical a lot, it might be time to wrap it up. Great, now I'm hungry.
Well, I'm going to watch some sick crime show while falling asleep and eating whatever I can wrangle out of our rather disgraceful fridge. I guess it's officially Monday, so happy Monday to all and to all a good night.