It's An Outfit, Duh

I never shop for "outfits", I shop with pure A.D.D. I grab what I like, purchase it, and pray it matches something I have at home. It's as if I black out as soon as I walk through the store front. I'm seeking help. But anyways, clearly the other day at the mall my inner self was determined to buy the perfect summer concert outfit. I'm patting myself on the back. You go (Glenn) coco. Mean girls, anyone?

Spring Needs to Spring

I've already started planning my spring obsessions. Yes, I plan to obsess. It's a thing. With future toning and weight loss aside (and pending), I have SOO many adorable items in my shopping carts online that I literally don't know if I can wait any longer. I may or may not have taken a short trip to the mall to check out the President's Day Weekend sales and I may or may not have purchased the most adorable high wasted, levy, white washed urban renewal shorts. Yes, it's a mouth full to say but they are perfect and the full title is necessary.

I have high hopes for my spring fashion (and spring spending) and I plan on looking fabulous and boho chic on my trip to Charleston. You better bet your little blog reading hearts that I'll be looking damn cute the moment I step on the airplane. God forbid I meet my southern husband wearing leggings and my high school cheerleading sweatshirt just so I could be "comfortable" on the airplane. I'm cringing.

More pictures to come.

Be Tee Dubs, at the mall I saw so many fashion oh no's that Coco was covering her eyes all the way back at home in my bedroom. Why no pictures? Phone was dead. Note to self: Buy those super high tech back up chargers you can put in your purse.


xoxo Al and C