nothing could lure a sick me out of bed faster than a glass of margarita and a night promising of cheer and sheer decadence. yes, i limited myself to one glass and one song on the videoke. it wasn't my birthday anyway.
and don't you just love it's almost summer for us tropicanas? i can almost smell the salt on my skin and feel the wind in my hair and the sun in my nose. i am hiding all my dark clothes to make way for a more heart-warming pallette. so to my favorite time of the year and to my soul sister who fed me bananas all throughtout high school - SALUD! here's to more drunken nights and sand in our eyes!
top, blazer, shorts - thrifted, bag - tally weijl