Moving might just be the world's best way to convince yourself that there's shit you don't need, and there's a lot of shit I just don't need. 72 electric tea lights? Go away.
Of course, then you realize how much shit you really have. And, quite often, you have many of one particular item...in every color. 392 blankets in a basket puked on by rainbows and ponies?
WHY NOT 397?
And I'm dropping the s bomb on you. A lot.
I think there is something in the blood of high school teachers that makes us potty mouths. Or, I just hang out with equally sailor mouthed individuals. Or, I'm a terrible influence. Or, both. Furthermore, my Mom Mom always told us that "shit, damn, and hell" are fair game.
Thanks for the validation, Mom Mom.
Scarf: Handmade by Momma dukes
Top: Old Navy (recent)
Skirt: Clearance rack at Target
(I think the belt came with a dress?)
Notes: If this skirt hangs on the clearance rack at your Target, BUY IT. It's the perfect length, the material is comfortable, and I found it for $15. Do I look like Peter Pan? Why do I feel like I look like Peter Pan?
Linking up with Style Sessions.