I turned 27 yesterday. All weekend, I have been milking the “it’s my birthday!” thing for all its worth. My last utterance of the phrase was at ten o’clock last night to avoid cleaning out the garbage. That phrase has gotten me out of all kinds of household chores over the past few days. I’ve also used it as justification for binge-watching all 24 episodes of Homeland (Carrie! Brody! SAAAAUUUL!), adding a very unnecessary bacon chocolate bar to my Friday meal at Rapscallion, taking pictures in a stranger’s driveway (sorry stranger, but your hydrangeas look great!) and getting myself Burger King on the way home from a pool party on Sunday like a 12 year old.
Since I’ll have to wait 364 more days before I can pull that crap again, I’m sliding in one more “it’s (the day after) my birthday!”
I was too busy aging, so you’re not getting a real post. You’re getting these pictures of my thrifted coral maxi (with special room for bacon chocolate bars), and a thrifted made-in-Italy clutch. I’m now the same age as Amanda Bynes and Lindsay Lohan, so comparatively, I’ve earned a lazy post or two.
Maxi dress: $12.99 | Talize Clutch: $4.99 | Talize