A dual title for 2 short stories all jam packed into one short blog post.
So yesterday I went to the beach right?
And to say I overdid it in the sun would perhaps be an understatement as seen in Exhibit A:
(Yes, those lobsterlike limbs do indeed belong to me and I have only one word to say about it.)
After all day sunbathing and the movie, today I feel wiped out and plain ole exhausted.
Unfortunately, I still had to make a Target run.
Errand running = getting dressed, so I made my bravest attempt at sliding clothing over my fiery skin and threw on shorts and a military style button up. Twisted my hair into a semi acceptable bun and slapped on a pair of wedges as seen in Exhibit B:
Which brings me to the 2nd half of this story, you know, about the wedges.
Since I began talking about implementing the shopping ban, I started thinking about anything I might need (well, not need, but decide in the midst of it all that I wanted) and realized I do not own a pair of black wedges.
As I walked back to my store one afternoon last week I passed Baker's shoes and decided to stop in.
Turns out the sales girl had just marked down this pair of wedges from $79.99 to $19.99.
Like I could say no to that?
shirt & shorts: ny&co