|Wearing shirt from Italy, Old Navy tank, thrifted scarf, Gap jeans, Soda sandals|
*not to be confused with scarab.
One of the weird side effects of fashion blogging has been that I sort of no longer know how to just do casual. Date night or church? I will own you! Joy school at my house with six kids? Cue staring into closet with large deer-in-headlight eyes. Jeans? Ok that sounds kid friendly. And a scarf? Yes! Those things work together! I think? With pink? What did I used to wear on days like this??
I'm determined to learn how to wear scarves. They are kind of my great white whale. I always feel silly and look like a flight attendant. Or, in this case, like I'm wearing a large silk bib (in my defense, it looked more scarf-y before the whole 'six kids under 3 1/2' part of my day and I couldn't ever get it back to the way it was). On the plus side, it did keep bubble solution and peanut butter off my shirt, so there's that.