Linen dress? Thrifted Leather clutch? Thrifted and gifted (I think) Shoes? French Connection Bangle? Thrifted
This weekend we hosted a dinner with 8 mystery guests (it was part of an event organized through our church...), so we cleaned the fine layer of cat hair that had settled over our house during the last few busy weeks and I threw myself into setting a pretty table and actually making some good food. I had a big, ol' vision of how I wanted it all to look and when I sent Matt out to get some pretty serviettes and he came back with 500 BBQ style napkins, I threw a mini fit. I went downstairs to our storage area to check the box of party supplies (ugh... throwing a napkin fit and having a box of party supplies? I am such a treat.) to see if I could scrounge something together and I just so happened to find this purse when I was down there. I think my parents might have given it to me or maybe I thrifted it, and then let it sit in the dark hole of our basement to be rediscovered in the midst of a breakdown. And I didn't find any nice napkins and we dealt with the plain ones and no one noticed at all. But some did notice my clutch, which makes me realize that Matt was supposed to buy ugly napkins, just so I could find this perfectly matched clutch again. I knew the world revolved around fashion blogging.
Yeahhhhhhh.... we took these pictures in an empty industrial area, likely trespassing but keeping it polite... or so we thought. Until the door right behind me (!) opened and Matt actually caught the awkward meeting on camera. How do you explain outfit pictures to a guy who made a cute little home (from the glance I cast inside... in a non creepy way...) in a 100% industrial zone? We didn't. He was nice about it. Probably as confused as we were. We just apologized 17 times and wished him a good day. Though perhaps the question of the weekend should be, who was trespassing the most?