
Shirt, Forever 21. Dress, Diane von Furstenberg (consignment). Boots, Lauren Ralph Lauren. Earrings, Cuffs. Scarf, TJ Maxx. Bag, SheBoBo.


I think it worked, because when I walked into The Hippie Hole (ok, it’s really called Garden of Enchantment), one of the staff members complimented my outfit.

Lest you think I’m dismissive of hippies, I’m secretly becoming one by layering patchouli oil under my office-appropriate perfumes.
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