How do you feel French? I have no idea. That's just what popped in my head this morning when I looked in the mirror. Maybe I have been obsessing over our Europe trip a little too much. I don't actually know any French people, I have never been to France, so really, I'm just full of it.
Top: Forever 21 - old
After painting, ripping up carpet and all the little staples underneath, I looked like a complete mess all weekend. We went to home depot, where I didn't mind looking like a bum, and then afterwards realized we needed to go to the grocery. So we went, me with paint in my hair and all over my clothes, gross and disgusting from all the work we had been doing. No big deal, really, except we ran into people that KC went to high school with and chatted for a bit. I so badly wanted to tell the girl 'I promise I don't always look like this. I promise I am a girl, and sometimes I look cute'.
|I'm sorry Coco. I will do better next time.|
So today, I took full advantage of the fact that I don't have to do any more work (today) and dressed as girly as I could.
Take that, stranger in Kroger.