I apologize for these simple outfits lately, but it's just too hot and humid to wear anything but a tank top and something short on the bottom! Even shirts with short sleeves are too much. These days, the last thing I want to turn into is a soggy spaghetti noodle, because soggy spaghetti noodles are no fun for anyone. In fact, soggy spaghetti noodles don't even like each other. Trust me, I asked a group of them once at an Iron Chefs convention. I can even speak the ancient and sacred language of the soggy spagghetti (pronounced soggy spuh-GET-eye). Oh, but please, as natural as a response as it is, I plead that you must not become jealous of my ability. I promise to not brag too much on it. But hey, before you quit reading this, I have one last and important thing I must say: I can speak soggy spaghettian. And you can't (just making sure you won't forget).
Necklace: vintage, gifted by Gramma Nami
Bracelets: vintage, mom's
Ankle Booties: Target