This girl right here:
Evoking some serious Sia right there. I mean she even jumps around to her songs, sings them out loud, and interchanges between all of her cds at home, much to Hubbie’s delight, yet also severe pain at the thought of her scratching any of them. Ouch.
And then, tonight at the party we attended, I did boho myself. Recycled. I hadn’t known what shoes to wear with my dress, and suddenly, Hubbie was pointing to a pair in my wardrobe… I pair I had never worn…
WHY? Because they had been handed down to me by my sister.
(Obviously the ones on the left…)
And all of a sudden, they rocked. They were perfect, comfortable, the heel was high, but as I said, comfy and easy to walk in. For a semi-hoarder like me, this was not a good thing. This was confirming to me the whole ‘in-case’ hoarder theory.
You know the one? “I will keep this, ‘in case’ I need it one day…”
Well, those awesome shoes handed down to me, practically brand new, worked a treat today. Boho rules
