I'm such a fashionista that I forgot that I owned orange shorts.
All week long I've been day dreaming about my old orange corduroy pants. I got them off a clearance rack, in the men's department, when I was seventeen. That's how you spell fashion icon, right?
Maybe not, but I love them still. Bless their heart, wherever they may not be.
After racking my brain. I decided to wear a bright orange top with a flowered skirt (it had orange on it). The only problem was that I didn't wash those things or take a picture of them or actually wear them.
However, I did paint my toes orange. In honor of Sarah!
I didn't take a picture of that either.
Here's what I did do.
I remembered that I have a pair of light orange shorts that I almost never wear. They require a certain amount of confidence, which I normally don't have.
After a pep talk, I mustered up enough confidence for the living room, my only problem... my only camera is on my computer and I am way cheesy. Like way.
Here's what I got, I call it the spiiiinnn and rest.
Did I just blow your mind?
That's what I thought.
In case you weren't totally amazed by that, check this out. Cheetah print nails. Totally Hannah's idea, totally awesome. Totally.