Sleepy Jean

uo cardigan, cotton on spotted denim, american apparel dress, zara boots

I had this post all ready to go last night- which is actually from this past summer- my bad, but was side tracked (this happens a lot) when I had the weirdest idea to foil my nails.  I mean, if Topshop Unique S/S'12 can seamlessly throw their models out into the runway with gold foil in their hair, clearly my foiled fingers fall short to this oddity, right?  In continuation of this strangeness, this weekend was surely nothing more but first experiences and surprises.  As planned, my friend and I went to the spa to de-stress and to break away from the qualms of life and unplanned, was exposed to a hoard of naked women- more so than a strip club, I'm sure. Walked in and out of there a good five times before actually letting loose (literally).  Afterwards we went to dinner, where we opted to sit with a table full of complete strangers to avoid an hour long wait.  Despite the awkwardness ensued, wouldn't mind repeating this day all over again.

the birds pt.1 | the weeknd