Don't Cry For Me, Argentina.

 By no means did I wear this to class on Thursday. 

Originally, I was wearing black skinnies and a brand-spankin' new Jukebox the Ghost t-shirt from the night before. That outfit was quickly covered in sawdust.

Man, I feel like such a badass handling a jigsaw, though I have yet to weld. That experience shall be more badass in nature...unless I wimp out...or completely fail. Though, I'm keeping my hopes up.

 I changed in preparation to see Evita at the Rep with my roommate. I realized that I need more "dressy" dresses. That was a little redundant. Anyways, I also wore pants because well, I felt a lil' lazy. Or tired. Mostly tired...which would explain the mug of epic proportions. I had to chug some feel-goods so I wouldn't fall asleep during the performance.

More is in store for this weekend, let's hope homework will get done!

->Navy Pleated Blouse, thrifted

->Ann Taylor Loft Gray trousers, Half of Half

->Steve Madden Red Bow Wedges, Half of Half

Until next time, ♥.