Let's just make a deal over here that from now on if I have a "fashion post", it's going to also involve a tragically embarrassing moment on my end. For instance, last night I got invited to this blogger/small business owner party (more on that Monday) in downtown Atlanta. I was feeling pretty good about myself and made sure that I went through the whole nine yards getting ready. I mean, I even wore eyeliner on my top and bottom lid, because I was feeling real, real cool.
So I get there and it's on this rooftop, and errbody is real, real, cool yah know? Cause it's one of those cool people kind of events. So I go and get myself some food to eat, and then I start talking to the other bloggers, there's some speakers, a photobooth, selfies, all the things that bloggers do at these kinds of things.
So after I got done being real, real cool for a couple hours I get in the car to go home and happen to glance in the mirror. The horror you guys, The struggle was real. First I noticed that my foundation had oxidized three shades darker from being in the sun. I went from being a pale girl with an even complexion, to a complete Oompaloompa. That was strike one. Then I noticed that it was holy invasion of the mustache hairs. I don't even know how it happened but they looked like 12 eyelashes laying on my upper lip, I swear they weren't there when I left home. Strike two. Then for whatever reason I decided to flash a smile and check out my teeth in the mirror and there was a big, huge, nasty chunk of red pepper sitting right in the middle of my two front teeth. Which means every single person I talked to saw this behemoth of a pepper right in my teeth the whole night. Strike three. Also, I got something sticky in my hair somehow too. #NeverGoingToABloggerEventAgain.
Sandals: TJ Maxx
Necklace: Nordstrom, (old)