(boots-xhilaration, socks-r21, jersey-thrifted, shorts-thrifted diy, glasses-claires)
I feel like inside my country ass there is a city girl just aching to burst out-a New Yorker, to be more specific-and every time I wear this shirt, I have to struggle to keep her inside of me. Funny thing is, I've never been there...ever. The hubs has promised to take me so I can thrift to my little heart's 'content, but he never keeps it. I mean even when we make the 8 hour road trip to see his parents in Jersey, we still somehow end up avoiding New York. Funny how that works! But, my anniversary was yesterday, so maybe, for a present... yeah, I'm really not the romantic type. A culmination of horrid boyfriends and cheesy movies sort of squashed that romantic seed in me before it could fully bloom. So maybe, just maybe, I can finally make it to that concrete jungle.
purple bananas and fudgeballs