Some Days, You Just Pash-win-a. And Some Days You Don't.

(Dress: TJ Maxx, Tights: Ann Klein, Boots: Rack Room Shoes, Pashmina: Mother's)

Turns out my mom's been hiding this in her closet for a few years. If only I had known!

Some Days, you really don't want to get out of bed, and almost smash your alarm clock to pieces because it's SATURDAY but you STILL have to go to SCHOOL. And then you have Precalculus (yes blogger, unfortunately, that is a word) first, and that just fills you with joy. (Some days you have to try and find a container for all that joy. A nice toilet works). Some days you feel absolutely invisible, like no one even cares, so you sulk around. Some Days you are totally overwhelmed by your English assignment and want to yell at your teacher because there is no way in h-e-double-hockey-sticks that you can be deep and philosophical about an URN for gosh's sakes. And Some Days the kid next to you is more focused on proving that he knows all the letters of the Greek alphabet instead of contributing constructively to the supposedly deep and philosophical conversation you are having. (Yay you! You know the Greek alphabet! How's that going to help you in ENGLISH CLASS). 

But Some Days, you have a half day and get to go shopping with the best friend and that cheers you right up. Some Days you don't even spend that much money, ($5. On socks. Can you blame me?) so you feel super proud of yourself, and also of your pashmina-tying ability. And Some Days you watch The King's Speech with the family, and it's cute and adorable and Colin Firth is awesome, and then you come home, blog post and watch Dinner for Schmuck's with brother. And you consider it to be a good day, even though it didn't start out that well.