When Watson* walked by my closet a few days ago and yelled "HOLY S#!% YOU HAVE A LOT OF POLKA DOTS!", I realized it was probably time to reign things in a bit. The man is incapable of differentiating between black and white when he does laundry, so for him to notice and name a preponderance of a certain print definitely means it has spiraled out of control. But since this tee was absurdly expensive for a couple square feet of cotton and string, I think I'll subject you to it one more time this season. "This season" being the 100-degree misery that lasts until mid-October 'round these parts.
*pseudonym for my semi-paranoid significant other
Skirt: Old Navy
So anyone watch that NFL opening game last night? I sure didn't. Couldn't name 5 football teams if my life depended on it. Just making conversation over here.