in which i see london i see pants

Let me be clear: I am not a pants person.  Moreover,  my body type + high-waisted pants = disaster, usually.  I remember getting super excited about a pair of soft, high-waisted bell bottom jeans back when I lived in Portland (actually, I tried them on with this "FRANCE" shirt because I thought they would look great together). Needless to say, yikes--only the shirt came home with me.  And while this perfectly plum-colored pair isn't the most flattering article of clothing I own, I feel like they sort of work.  Plus, boy do they nip in my waist!  

(pants/scarf/belt: thrifted; shirt: urban outfitters; trench: h&m; shoes: charlotte russe; glasses: c/o glassesusa.com)

I have been so scatterbrained this week.  My grocery shopping was really ineffective this weekend so I have pretty much gone to the store every night this week.  I've also had some random errands to run that have eaten up all of my evenings, and I have still more to do.  Tonight I intend to drink wine, relax, and do some alterations on items for the shop.  I haven't been to the gym in like, two weeks.  Saving money isn't working.  Oh, bother.

On a happier note, I was able to create this bun with a twist and some bobby pins, which is something I never thought I would be able to do (since my hair weighs about 400 pounds).  Huzzah!