If plaid were part of the rainbow, it would be my favorite color. As a little kid, I had a plaid skirt that I wore
every. single. day.
(I kid you not)
I don’t actually remember what I did when it was time for laundry.
Flash forward ten or so years, and you still have the same plaid-loving, little girl. I say little because yesterday I was estimated to be approximately fourteen years old and “way too young to date my teenage son.” My twentieth birthday is in less than a month. It’s fine. Hopefully this still stays true when I’m thirty…
This shirt became my favorite from the moment I ripped open the package it came in. Flannel is my staple for lazy weekends (and all the other days in between). It’s dressed up just a little bit with dark wash jeans, ankle boots, and an emerald crossbody.
I hope you’re having the loveliest of Christmases and drinking lots and lots of eggnog.
Have a wonderful Friday!