I attempted to take an artsy picture of my friend's Starbucks.
The most amazing vintage B Steel Leather Wingtip Mary Jane Kitten Heels.
They were reasonably priced so needless to say, I bought them, despite the slight tightness.
Why yes, that is a vintage corduroy belted button-down culotte pant suit romper.
I'll admit, for all its dated cheesiness, I totally regret not buying this Nancy Drew-reminiscent number.
The price tag on this dress read: "$18. Velour is why." 'Nuff said.
However, the dress instantly looked festival ready when paired with a pair of $20 quilted leather Nordstrom boots and a cropped acid washed gray jean jacket.
Too bad I'm too poor to spend my [parents'] hard-earned money on such trifling fancies. Even if those trifling fancies do look like psychedelic seventies' acid trips.
...And yes, I am aware my legs could use both tanning and toning.
Cute decor inspo at a chichi little boutique. It had Free People. It was expensive.
Expensive, ethereal vintage costume dresses in the basement of a place called Renaissance Rose.
Ashland is quaint and adorable. That is all.
I am an English major and I approve these messages.
Oh, you fancy huh?
The glorious Ashland Springs Hotel. My professor had her honeymoon here!
Me awkwardly posing.
Insert Stitch sounds: H-h-hiii.
Hornbrook welcomes you.
Anyway, sorry for not posting regularly. Shameless plug time: If you'd like to keep up with my sage fashion musings weekly, check out my college fashion column here. To see the world through my rose-colored lenses (or Vscocam-filtered, as it may be) check out my Instagram here.
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