HOLY. WEEKEND. I realize it is Tuesday, but it's my Monday and the start of a 9 day work week, so bear with me while I play catch up.
One of my very best friends from college came to visit me this weekend and we acted like we were still in college, which is a lot harder to recover from when you are elderly. You know the type of friend that you can go months without seeing, you pick things up right where you left off, and she knows what you are thinking before you say a single word? That's what Ashley is to me. We met Freshman year at CofC in our Biology lab, fell head over Rainbows in love, and we never looked back. I taught her to make sure her A&F jeans were always long enough for her heels, and she taught me how to make a decent meal & uncork a wine bottle. The second more important than the first.
Basically, our weekend consisted of sing-alongs in various cars, champagne(both cheap & fancy), harassing Baby Coco, a live guitarist and several Uber drivers, and lying in bed ugly-laughing over the previous night's snaps. Now that Ashley has left me, I am all depressed, my spray tan is fading and I'm sort of starving because she cooked for me all weekend. See what I mean? Love that girl.
One of my very best friends from college came to visit me this weekend and we acted like we were still in college, which is a lot harder to recover from when you are elderly. You know the type of friend that you can go months without seeing, you pick things up right where you left off, and she knows what you are thinking before you say a single word? That's what Ashley is to me. We met Freshman year at CofC in our Biology lab, fell head over Rainbows in love, and we never looked back. I taught her to make sure her A&F jeans were always long enough for her heels, and she taught me how to make a decent meal & uncork a wine bottle. The second more important than the first.
Basically, our weekend consisted of sing-alongs in various cars, champagne(both cheap & fancy), harassing Baby Coco, a live guitarist and several Uber drivers, and lying in bed ugly-laughing over the previous night's snaps. Now that Ashley has left me, I am all depressed, my spray tan is fading and I'm sort of starving because she cooked for me all weekend. See what I mean? Love that girl.
I have come to the completely rational conclusion that the only cure for best friend blues is blue suede shoes. These little cobalt beauties caught my eye at the beginning of the summer and I knew immediately I wanted to pair them with the perfect white blazer. I live for a white blazer this time of year. It's the perfect piece to carry you from warm days to cooler nights, while looking completely chic the entire way. Let's get to the visuals.
You girls keep me young. Ugh, I love ya so much.