No matter how hard I try, I cannot seem to get the wrinkles out of this shirt. I've ironed it plenty of times, but I think it has it out for me. I've considered giving it away because of the issue, but every time I go to take it off the hanger and throw it my pile of clothes that need new homes, I can't bring myself to do it. Those scallops! That mustard color! I can handle a few wrinkles, right? And so, every few months, I put it on and face the consequences. Eternally wrinkled I shall be. ...but I mean, it's still cute, right? Right.
My life right now is just counting down the days until I get to leave customer service forever. I can't wait until I don't have to be yelled at by rude people for mistakes I didn't make. It's brutal, to say the least. On the bright side, I will forever be overly kind to anyone working in customer service for the rest of my life. So there's that.
Is it the weekend yet? (Please say yes.)
Skirt, shoes: Thrifted