Even though the day I met my best friend I was wearing houndstooth leggings, wheeling my daughter in a stroller, and carrying my son in a front pack. I am telling you, I am NOT doing these again. And you can’t make me. Not even if they look like cool old British book endpapers.
Oh. Wait. I’m 52. You don’t WANT me to do this trend again. My apologies. Carry on. And no, this has nothing to do with delayed gratification except that distractions are common during delays. Carry on.
Images: via Couture Carrie