As I was walking back into the house after taking these pics, I caught my shoulder on a tiny edge of the doorframe and ripped a hole 8 inches across in this sweater. The second time I wore it. Seriously.
My Look: Sweater by Splendid via ideeli. Tank via Target. Jacket via Target. Pants by BDG via Urban Outfitters. Scarf by Jessica Simpson via Macys. Shoes by Minnetonka via Nordstrom. Headband by JCrew. Earrings by Calypso St. Barthe for Target.
For those of you who haven't had the chance to watch me make an idiot of myself, you're rare. And probably because you haven't actually met me. I'm an enormous klutz - I fall up stairs on a weekly basis (yes, up not down). I trip on curbs. If there's a cord in the room, I'll trip over it. I will drop things, knock over drinks, stumble while walking in a straight line, and generally make an idiot of myself at least once a day. When I was pregnant, my sister threatened to roll me up in bubble wrap to keep my safe!
So, my clothes get put through some very strange tests. Lots of holes (some patchable, some not). Lots of stain removal. Lots of dusting off. However, days like this, when I see the cute things that get ruined the moment I touch them, I just get exasperated. I mean, look at those cute shoulder buttons! And they'll never be seen again.
Who else trips over her own feet?
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