So this one time
we totally scored tickets at the last minute for The Drowsy Chaperone (thanks Andy and Brook!).
We were walking out the door when I realized that my ripped up jeans were probably not appropriate.
I ran back inside
and threw on whatever my hands grabbed in the closet....
as we drove out of the driveway
I looked down
and realized I looked like an FBI agent.
I even forgot my Ray Bans and had to wear the aviators in the car.
blazer and button up: thrifted from the little boys' section at D.I. yes please.
braided leather belt: thrifted
pencil skirt: Talbots
aviators: Von Zipper
Mr. Obama, if you'll just follow me sir.
I felt so hard core.
In other news, the play was fantastic.