Contempt-o

I am a sweaty mess. Right now I'm sitting amidst the rubble of our apartment, half of it in boxes, the other half scattered frenetically on the floor, shelves, etc. I didn't make myself dinner tonight, opting instead to drown my stress in ice pops. Moving is madness. This is always something I manage to forget as soon as we're settled in. Only to be remembered when the process repeats itself. There's no perfect way to do it, although I'd say we've become quite good at it. Worlds better than the disaster that was our move to Pittsburgh (which found us practically shoveling stuff into the back of a truck), at least. The cat has caught on, he's hiding in his carrier as if to ensure we won't forget him. He's been microchipped and is sporting a fancy new collar, I'm feeling paranoid about him somehow escaping and have been having cat-themed stress dreams for weeks.

I went on a last-hurrah thrifting date with my friend Bess this weekend, which was the perfect way to spend most of Saturday. I found a couple of tee shirts, a nice cashmere men's sweater (for $3!), a few little accessories, and a wealth of '90s floral dresses, this one included. I had a wave of nostalgia when I read the tag: Contempo Casuals. Oh how I loved that store as a pre-teen! My mom hated it. Going so far as to call it "Contempt-o".

I didn't wear this anywhere special, just to run to Home Depot and grab hotdogs with Chris, but it was a relief to get out of the cut-offs-and-tank uniform I've been sporting lately. Only one more day and we're in Philadelphia. Whoa.

Get the look: Dress & bag: Thrifted (similar & similar) // Sandals: Seychelles (c/o) // Necklaces: Black Crystals (c/o) // Sunglasses: Missguided (c/o) // Bracelet: Studebaker Metals