My friends always joke about what I really mean when I say “just wear anything.” They have learned that even if it’s right after the gym and I say that I look like poo I usually have an emergency backup outfit in my trunk that is pre-planned for such times. So they show up in their college t-shirts and look at me like I’m from another planet because my version of “just showing up” is jeweled shorts, a fedora, button down and espadrilles.
Shirt: Joe Fresh (sold out)
Shorts: J. Crew Factory (exact)
Belt: Gap (sold out)
Shoes: Target (exact)
Bag: Kate Spade (sold out)
Nail Color: Mint Candy Apple (exact)
To each their own. They have just learned that although I say it’s super casual, I still will take 30 minutes to plan an entire outfit. I think I get this from my mom who would rather wake up an hour early to get dressed and have perfect hair and makeup JUST to meet the bus driver who is picking up my brother. Except there are those days where even putting on a shirt with some shorts take a ton of effort and I could win an award for worst dressed. On those days I just run into Target praying no one I know sees me, especially people who know I have a blog.