I would imagine this ensemble is something I’d wear while traipsing around Paris, stuffing my face with vanilla macarons, gorging on fresh baguette, and twirling a polka dotted umbrella. I’d feed the pigeons at my feet, while singing a sweet love song in my heart, and burning holes in my grandma shoes, exploring the City of Love.
But instead, I wore this little number while feasting on fresh cornbread and collards, singing sweet songs to my baby cousin, and wining $17.50 playing roulette with my pal at the world’s smokiest casino.
{striped top: thrifted} {high-waisted sailor shorts: F21} {grandma flats: Target} {golden tights: NY&C} {rose gold watch: Micheal Kors}
See these pieces restyled here:
Looks good. I like the colors.