I dance a lot when I think I’m not being observed. In Canadian Tire if there’s a jazzy little number, you can be sure to find me bopping away in the small electros aisle. I don’t know when this happened to me, exactly, but at some age it became acceptable to bust a move in public places. I guess I’m pretty sure no one is going to judge – and if they do? Nuts to them, I’m having a grand ole time.

Dress, tucked in as a skirt, Target
Tee, Old Navy
Tights, We Love Colours
Shoes, Payless

Necklace, Le Chateau, with Alexa when we were like 11.
Watch, G-Shock, gift from the Lad

Y’ever dig out old jewels and go “Man, 11 year old me had awesome/terrible taste!”? I do, often. Very few of my baubles have been gifted away, though many have been lost, and sometimes I enjoy a peek at the older pieces. Some of them are gaudy as all get-out, but some have their charm, still.

I don’t know what’s going on here, exactly, or why I choose to show it to you, Internet, but here it is. Probably I was caught dancing and this is my retaliation? How this makes the issue better, I’m not entirely certain, but it’s a look, I’ll give me that.

This post is scheduled to go up July 17, which is my little sister’s Birthday. Can I get a what-what for her 26th? What what! happy birthday, Brittany! LOVE YOU!