GET ME DRESSED / THE LAST OF THE WHITE WALL

Whatever, it's an outfit post. 

My wall! My wall! Our last stretch of Brooklyn I took full advantage of my white wall and that one electrical box on the corner that perfectly propped my phone up for me while I used + abused the patience of my self-timer app . . . Oh those were the salad days! 

I also wore exclusively blue and white our last days in Brooklyn. Apparently.

That is such a funny expression. Salad days. 

Hey look! 

Turns out I had practically that exact dress back in my Idaho Round-One days, only it was from the Old Navy. Eight years later and all I'm changing up is the color of my sunglasses. I am so boring! Isn't that delightful?

Pardon my bad 'shopping up there as I attempted to blot out some street garbage (shed a tear), but I am getting some serious mileage out of my 3rd grade French braiding skillz these days and I felt that merits some sharing.

tank / sandals / tote bag of the century! (only a few left!)

(top + nevernudes from zara last year, sunnies from a dude on bleecker, shed a tear)

I like to call these shorts my nevernudes, because Tobias Funke would seriously be so proud. Also they are inappropriately too short and I am going to be 33 this year. 

(Paint-by-number splotches all up and down my wrist right there . . . )

As for something I could wear to meet your grandmother . . . 

shirt / pants (on sale!) / birks / market basket

These are the most comfortable pants of my lifetime. 

That attitude, man. 

tee / jeans / clogs / basket 

(sunnies from a dude on bleecker, shed a tear)

I truly think this might be all of my favorite thing to wear of all time. This for the rest of my life, happily. I also think that French braids, like a good meatloaf, are usually even better the following day.

Wow! Well, you made it. The end.