I got home at 1:45 in the morning.
And I felt like taking a pic of my outfit, even though I was wired on sugar and road rage.
So, this is how I looked when I got home:


sweater: gift from Maria...secret tanktop: H&M....skirt: Macy's
circle scarf: American Apparel
leggings: JC Penney.....socks: from Brian's sock drawer.....boots: Avenue


sweater: gift from Maria...secret tanktop: H&M....skirt: Macy's
circle scarf: American Apparel
leggings: JC Penney.....socks: from Brian's sock drawer.....boots: Avenue
I'm wearing a scarf with this outfit to cover my chest. The secret tanktop was supposed to be a not-secret tanktop. Tanktops are my frenemy because I like to wear them under sweaters, yet they constantly slide down my flat chest.