Top: Target
Skirt: JCPenney
Legs: Pale
Shoes: Target
Chair: estate sale
Day nineteen? It's time to haul out the props. I'm sure you can't tell by the Pleasant Look on my face but I am sore as the dickens from a hard curling workout last night and riding my horse today. Between my glorious day three hair and my pasty legs you'd think I was a hobo on a mission to die in an igloo.
Not that I'm knocking hobos. Or igloos. They just aren't my style. Well, unless I can drag this chair into my igloo. Then it'll be exactly my style!
See y'all tomorrow.
