So, I dubbed these my “thinking pants” because they’re soft and comfortable for those extra long stretches of writing (and thinking) time I occasionally have to do at work. I can write a marathon in these pants, basically. Like pyjamas, except office-appropriate on a Friday.
This is the worst prettiest necklace ever. Shortly after I selfied this, another rhinestone fell out. The second one in, like, 4 wears. Not cool, J. Crew Factory. Not cool.