No sneakers allowed.
It’s been a while since I’ve made an outfit post. With the corona still very much out there and my recent sideways growth, dressing up has been less than appealing. I find myself going shopping for coffee and bread in the same comfortable, still fitting sweatpants that I’ve slept in the previous night. I really needed to get out of this funk and put on some heels. So I did.
Stop the freaking press, I’m wearing jogging pants.
Have I changed the way I dress? Nop, I was trekking through plants.
In comfortable slacks, but like I vowed: sneakers were still not allowed.
I’ll stop the rhymes and wait for the applause.
(I’m the cheesiest b*tch there ever was…)
Went to brunch at a place specifically chosen because they serve bloody marys (Dear Breakfast, on Rua das Gaivotas, in Lisbon, you’re doing it right), in red plaid and a torero-style jacket. I paired the high-waisted midi skirt with a tucked in plain red button-up shirt, and a black cropped knit jumper over top.