cardigan:target // shirt&pants:american eagle // shoes:clarks
Minutes after leaving my quant apartment I remembered why I never.ever.ever wore those shoes. Accompanied by a memory of going through a whole package of band-aids on our wedding day, wrapping up all my toes and across my heels. PS those band-aids were the bright colorful ones. Pretty sure if you zoom in on the garter toss you might be able to see a lime green one....
Unfortunately, almost 11 months later they still aren't broken in. And I have the blisters to prove it. Ouchy.
In fact, I was so exuberated after a full day of walking in those bad boys that I couldn't even make it through the pic sesh with the hubs, where I sat down and gave him little pitiful smiles, while mostly complaining about my bubbling skin. If I hadn't worn those shoes on my wedding day...I'd probably burn them.
On an entirely different note. While we were taking these pictures there was a couple in a car about 10 feet away sucking eachother's faces off. So that was fun. At least they were blissfully oblivious, which is better than all the times people awkwardly walk or drive by, and probably wonder, why is that guy taking pictures of that girl? It's not like they figure we're in a photography class since I use a bread and butter digital camera. So I imagine they probably think I'm some egotistical freak who loves taking new facebook pictures or something.
The things I do for blogging....