Like Rachel, Sunday brunch is one of the things that make me most happy. Sundays in general make me happy. It's the one day of the week that I have entirely to myself. Today, I celebrated my weekend with my roommates by making a trip to the nearby bistro for a croque-madame and a glass of fresh-squeezed grapefruit juice. So pleased was I with the prospect that I even managed scrounge up an outfit despite the 30-degree weather.
cashmere sweater: vintage
shoes: etienne aigner
pot belly: ham, gruyere, egg
I found the dress at a garage sale this summer in the heat of my Mad Men obsession (the heat hasn't cooled, in case you were wondering). Since I can't wear it to work at Sterling Cooper, Sunday brunch will have to do.
Since this site has been a little deprived of "what I wore" pictures lately, here's the number that I wore yesterday:
striped shirt that makes my boobs look huge: h&m
pencil skirt: tj maxx
hindquarters of a german shepherd: fergus
Monday, it's back to looking like crap. Why can't everyday be Sunday?
P.S. While taking the picture of this Sunday outfit, my tripod fell over and the lens of the camera that I was using (my dad's camera) broke. Do you see the cost of this blog? Do you see what I'll do for you people?