Sunnies: Joe Fresh Style; Earrings: Meth(amor)phosis; Dress: artisan in Pirenópolis; Shoes: Zara, Coffee: Iced Quad Grande Americano with cream.
I discovered something today. I am willing to sacrifice comfort for style with one significant caveat: HEAT.
My hair is hot. And I don’t mean sexy hot, I mean thermodynamically hot. I was outside (without an elastic) for all of five minutes when I realized that my hair worn down was going to be a serious problem. Again, thankfully you can’t see it, but these pictures also have tit-channeled-sweat-rivulets.
But I simply didn’t feel right about wearing these awesome danglies with my hair up. DILEMMA.
This dress is one of my favorites, but I don’t wear it too often as it is a bit tough to style. I tend to pair it with a lot of yellows and greens (and have recently returned my nails to the fabulous neon yellow shade found here), and today decided to mix prints a bit (floral and dots). Not sure if I like it as much as I think I like it. I don’t know. WHATEVER. It is hot. My hair has cooked my brain.