I don't mind telling you that this combination of asymmetrical sweatshirt and leather jacket is my favey crockett right now. In fact, I maaaay have worn this exact outfit a few times over the weekend.
I suppose that admission, however, is pretty mild compared to yesterday's case of the vapors.
Something else I'm going to admit, just for my cousin Holly, who laughed and called me Mary Katherine Gallagher when I told her this today, is that when I get a burst of adrenaline, my armpits get itchy. True story. Please tell me I'm not the only one who gets this.
And in the spirit of FULL DISCLOSURE, ya'll, let's just put all the cards on the table. I'm thinking of working with a personal trainer recommended to me by a friend. The trainer is offering a helluva deal right now - if you work out with a small group, he charges $10 an hour. The problem (if you want to call it that)? Is that he is gorgeous. Like, Bob Harper/Dolvett Quince gorgeous. I just don't know if I can work out with someone who looks like that.
It's not that I care about him seeing me all sweaty and gross, it's more the itchy armpit thing. I don't know if I can work out for an hour with itchy armpits, and God FORBID I am doing squats and fart. Lord have mercy, I'm itching just thinking about it.
Annnnd for the second day in a row, we have digressed into flatulence.
My apologies. I'm hoping I'm full of less hot air next week.
Jacket: Newport News
Jeans: T.J. Maxx
Boots: Old Navy
Earrings: ABC Trading Co.