skirt: Old Navy
leggings: Under Armour
boots: Rack Room Shoes
If, for some reason, the next seven years of my life seem somewhat bad, it's probably because I broke my full-length mirror. A cheap-y one, thank goodness, and there were minimal amounts of glass on the floor, thank the Lord, but going without a full-length mirror for a few days is torturous. So off to Target I went to get myself another cheap-y mirror, since I don't trust myself with a nice one.
But there is something you must understand--I don't frequently allow myself to go inside Target, because as little as I trust myself with a nice mirror, I trust myself even less inside of that wonderful store. Fabulous skirts, Disney dishes, ice trays shaped like hearts--Target has things that I want to buy. And really, I don't need anymore Mickey Mouse shirts, as cute as they may be.
So basically the moral of this story is don't go to Target for a full-length mirror, because not only will you come out with a new mirror, but also with some cute baking twine and a tan sweater.