Maybe I should be doing French grammar. But when I have the option, am I ever really going to do French grammar?
7:30 am Erin:
Shirt: Mango, skirt: thrifted, belt: thrifted, scarf: vintage shop in Paris, tights: H&M.
The extent of "putting my hair up" is usually whipping it up into something messy or a bun-type do. This was therefore a proud moment.
Shirt: thrifted, jeans: Tati, necklaces: the big one: gift from Cyril's mum, the white one: thrifted, the gold one: gift.
Good thing I have my big, burly boyfriend to cut open pumpkins.
A good dinner: fake chicken in one hand, wine in the other. Simultaniously.
Pumpkin Pie. That I am proud to say I made from 100% scratch.
The thrifted white skirt, yellow blouse and granny heels are from the MCC Thrift Store on Fraser. It just so happens to be 3 blocks from my house. And on my way home from school every single day. And sweet old ladies greet me when I come in. And the money goes to a good cause. And and and. And while we're doing laundry, in a few minutes, we shall mosey on in there.