Not Another Fashion Blogger (No But Really, I'm Not)

I'm just going to go ahead and state the obvious. I'm no fashion blogger. The proof is in the pudding, guys. {Whatever that even means.} Or actually, let me just break it down for you:

Thanks, girl.

Reasons Why I'm Not A Fashion Blogger:

1 // My usual outfit = sweats. Sometimes gray on gray. Making an effort simply means putting on Lululemon leggings instead. 2 // Upon remembering that I really should snap some pictures of these ridiculously beautiful trees before they turn brown, I decided that maybe I should put on real people clothes today. Just so I look presentable to you guys, and don't accidentally ruin your vision. 3 // But then I didn't brush my hair (as you can see) or put a smidge of makeup on my face. And it's fairly obvious, so my roommate was a true pal and didn't even bother to capture my money(un)maker. 4 // I look so stupid. Not only because I didn't know how to stand or where to put my hands, but also because I wore tall socks with low ankle booties, and did I really wear this all day?

Shirt // Gap. It's old. And therefore, soft.

Pants // LOFT.

Blazer: Forever 21.

Scarf // my suitemate's closet. But a little birdy (my suitemate) told me it's from Target.

Purse // Longchamp.

Bracelet // Urban Outfitters for THREE DOLLARS.

Ring // Forever 21.

Socks // Uniqlo. The men's section at Uniqlo.

Booties // Target. On sale for seventeen buckaroos! Run, don't walk.

Lesson learned: I ain't no style bloggess.

But aren't those trees really something? Truly spectacular.

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