Let me go home

I have been in a 60's surf mood lately (as far as films and music goes) and this song pretty much sums up my feelings about work right now:


Why? Well because this is how I spent my weekend:



Trial prep. Fun huh? No, not exactly. I ended up being at work for almost 10 hours on Saturday, and was not exactly happy about it. Sunday I tired to catch up on the things I had planned on doing this weekend, but I was so tired, and crummy feeling (my allergies are acting up and every time the weather flip-flops I get a sinus thing, which is super fun..) I got about zilch done. Sigh. When I woke up this morning (an hour early because I had to be back at work finishing those darn trial folders...) clothes were the furthest thing from my mind. I don't actually remember getting dressed, so I can't tell you if there was anything behind it other than the fact that these were the first things I grabbed, but as I was leaving my house, I caught a glimpse in a mirror and didn't really like it all that much. But I didn't have time to change.


Bandana- ?
Cardigan and Bag- Thrifted
Top- H&M
Jeans- Lane Bryant
Shoes- Swedish Hasbeens
Bangles- wood one, thrifted, stone one, world market
"A" Brooch- vintage






So when I got to work I was quite surprised by the showering of compliments I got on this ensemble! Everyone seemed to love it! After taking photos, I can see that it's not that bad, but I'm still not terribly thrilled by it. And I apologize for the dark photos. I've got to start remembering to take photos earlier in the day!

Tonight I'm going swing dancing whether it kills me or not!