Target cardi and glasses; Forever 21 tee (similar) and wedges (similar); Old Navy jeans; Dooney bag.
In fourth grade I found a pair of my grandmother’s old glasses and decided to bring them into school and tell my teacher and friends they were mine. Never mind they were coke bottle thick and I couldn’t see a thing. I was convinced that everyone would believe me. I wore those things proudly for a week until Ms. Finnegan sent a note home inquiring my parents if these glasses were really mine.
She ruined my fun.
My parents quickly confiscated the frames and sent me off to school again, fortunately able to see clearly, but unable to make the style statement I wanted.
Fast forward twenty some years later and I can finally wear glasses. No, I don’t need them. These are pure fun, people. I can embrace my inner glasses loving child and sport these bad boys all around town.
I’ll admit, my husband gave me a weird look when he came home and saw them. Poor thing, I think I’m throwing him for a loop with my style choices. I mean, his “house shorts” and high school tee’s are just screaming fashionista (just kidding, loveyoumeanit)
So the question is…do I look smarter??!