Of Mirrors and Moss

______You can totally see me and my mom in the sunglasses picture above. We are best friends forever, yep yep.

______These pictures are actually from a few days ago, but I wanted to save them so I wasn't posting too much (and I say that because anything more than two posts a week would be like, crazy frequent for me, aha). Anyway, this is what you call a "For some reason I feel like I look really sweet in most of these pictures, and so I'm going to put up lots of pictures even though I really only need like four to get the point across" kind of post. I was feelin' like a super rad cop-chick with mah Raybans on. My feelings of being cool passed within in the next few hours; it was short-lived but swell. I get these random bursts of feeling like I'm super fantastic and the most fabulous person in existence, and then other times when I feel like a term paper about how to churn butter could beat me in terms of awesomeness. But I'm sure we all get that way sometimes.

______I'm not really sure who St. Joe is, or why his name was stamped on the occasional brick with a different date underneath. Maybe he learned the secret to immortality and just kept on livin' and doing his thing. I don't know, citizens--I just don't know. I actually looked it up using ye ole Google and there's appaaarently a brick company called St. Joe, but that still doesn't explain the dates. These odd bricks with moss are odd... and mossy. I shall question these mysterious bricks and their absurd witchery no longer.

Jacket: from a department store but idk which one
Skirt: Moon Collection via Lulu's
Heels: Charlotte Russe
Aviators: Raybans
Necklace: Forever 21

Earrings: vintage, gift from gramma Nami