jeans: William Rast, top: Rave, blazer/belt: Gap, hat: H&M
i don't care what anyone thinks, i really like the dancing hamster commercial. i just want to get up and get down with those hilar rodents dressed like thugs.
well The Worst has happened. none of my regular pants button anymore. and it really is such a travesty because maternity jeans are embarrassingly ugly (unless you buy the expensive designer kind. and well, i just don't think i want to fork out the ca$h for a pair of jeans i can only wear for 4 months). so i just jimmy-rigged these jeans i'm wearing today with a rubberband and zipped them up halfway. it's like Fat Guy in a Little Coat. i'm at the point where i honestly don't know how i'll ever be able to fit into my regular pants Ever Again. which makes me sweaty and panicky. like am i just going to have to buy all new pants? or will i actually have to exercise? i hate both options. they are both stupid. and even more stupid is that Jason Wu for Target comes out on Sunday and i won't be able to try anything on. isn't that just so so sad?
it's hard to be a woman.