This is probably a whole lotta print for most people, but I sometimes like to push the limits. I wore this for Saturday morning errands (my life, it is nothing but glamour), when the risk is low to non-existent. Nobody at Superstore at 7:30 on a Saturday morning cares that I mixed circus tent stripes and florals. Not a single person. Trust.
That particular Saturday also happened to be my birthday (did I mention my life was glamorous? Who needs swanky parties when you’ve got the frozen desserts aisle all to yourself?) so naturally, I had to take a selfie. I was having a Good Hair Day, which made the prospect of staring down my encroaching 40s a little less scary. As long as there are Good Hair Days, everything is a little less scary.