So I was standing on a corner when a man approached me... so not that kind of story perv. Anyways, I was outside the subway talking to my Mother on the phone. I was wearing my "first day of work" outfit (I was slightly overdressed) and he just started taking pictures of me with his professional looking camera. Um hi, who are you and did you ask to take my picture? I promise that he wasn't taking pictures of something/someone else. No one was within 8 feet of me on the sidewalk and he took multiple shots. What did I do? Pretended not to notice. I had been standing on my feet for eight hours and my hair was frizzed. The last thing I needed to do was attract attention by confronting him. Cross your fingers that I don't show up in some trashy mag rag with a censor over my eyes and a headline that says "what was she thinking wearing this?!?" I sincerely hope that doesn't happen because I love paisley.
shirtdress: Liz Claiborne by way of a thrift store
belt: thrift store
bracelet: gift from my roommate when she was living in Spain
sandals: Target
I love this belt but I don't foresee it making the transition into the fall season. Sad story. It's not like sailors hibernate when the leaves change colors but nautical is a true summer theme.
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