Spent the first half of the day watching The Real World from last night, marveling that I still actually watch that crap show, making oatmeal, cleaning the bathroom, and applying for jobs. Then I realized it was 3:00 and I had yet to set foot outside the house. Hermit-like, I crept into the shower, emerged refreshed, and put this little outfit together that consists of a wool skirt my mom has had since the 70's, a vintage plaid button-down (so S.F. hipster), and my most treasured Topshop Mongolian gilet, a gift for my birthday. Oh, and of course my Terry de Havilland wedges, a sale find from Shopbop sometime last year when I had a job. And money. Those were the days.
And what did I do in this getup? I went with my mom to have tea at a great neighborhood spot called Lovejoy's Tea Room. I have a thing for little cream cheese and cucumber sandwiches with the crusts cut off. You know, Stuff White People Like. I'm painfully unoriginal.