Shirt - here, Shorts - Thrifted, Shoes - Converse, Earrings - Francesca's
Howdy, y'all. Today, I thought I'd share with you one of my favorite shirts of all time. When I was in seventh grade, I went through a huge Ramones faze. To be quite honest, I'm not sure I ever left it. But whatever. This shirt is a product of that obsession. I believe I got it for my 12th birthday from my best friend at the time. I wear this shirt at least once a month. In fact, I used to have a different style blog before this one, and this top was featured in my first and only post. Yeah, it's safe to say that this blog is much more successful than my last one.
I got the shorts today actually. I purchased them at Buffalo Exchange, which is a thrift store that has locations all over the US. These were originally from Forever 21, where some hopeless soul bought them. I say hopeless soul, because who in their right mind would give up these beauties? Am I the only one who finds it really strange that shorts is a plural term when it's only one article of clothing?
I've shown you these shoes before, but they're perfect and worth showing again. I probably will several more times in the future.
These earrings are big, tacky, and I couldn't love them any more. That is all.
I think this is the first post that I've actually had my hair up. Which is pretty funny, because I wear it up a lot actually. Today, I just threw it up in a bun after my shower. However, this isn't just any bun, because I used a super special hairtie. It's one of those where someone just took a piece of elastic, and tied it into a bracelet looking thing. Apparently, they don't damage your hair. I'm hoping it's not faulty advertising, because my hair could really use a little less damage. Seriously, I've never had so many split ends in my life. But it's all good, because I'm getting a trim in two days.
Oh, I was checking my page views, and there were quite a few. So, go ahead and say hi and tell me what you think. Until next time, lovelies!
Harold and I like to match when we can.

