After a terribly unfortunate morning involving a broken-down bus and 6-hour delay of an already only 24-hour trip to the city (you know, NYC - the city), I threw an adult-sized temper tantrum (just like that of a 2-year old, but with bigger tears and a lot more swearing) and then decided to cut my losses and take an impromptu trip to our local farm for a little breakfast and homemade goodies. If the pretty outfit I spent so much time putting together wasn't going to get any use in the city, I figured I may as well put it to good use in the apple orchard. It's oddly calming when you realize your clothes match your surroundings. And after the morning I had, I knew John would be more than obliging to take some fancy pictures.
After getting a little sugar fix, I had to rethink my plan of attack. I was headed to the city for my best friend's bachelorette party and with my trip cut even shorter than it already was, I knew I had to make the most of each and every minute. So, I went home, packed an even smaller bag and went to the city ready to hit the town for the night. Read: I got all gussied and prettied and proceeded to walk down the main drag of town on a football weekend wearing some high platforms, one hot jumpsuit and the shiniest sequin jacket I own ... at 2 o'clock in the afternoon. Any earlier and the whole thing could have easily been misconstrued as the infamous walk of shame.
I finally made it to the city with just enough time to drop my (very small) bag at the hotel and hit the streets for the night. It was pretty epic and won't soon be forgotten. With barely enough time to recover, I was back on the bus by noon the next day for another 5-hour journey just to come home and realize I was locked out of the house ... for 2 hours.
Needless to say, I was ready for Monday.
Hand-me-down shirt (get the look) - Vintage skirt, $15 (get the look) - Ross boots, $17 (get the look)
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