i feel like such a bad bird mom for saying that, but guys, that girl could win awards for driving me crazy the last few days. from chewing my clothes up (which all parrots do, but usually she stops when i ask her to), to ruining my leather belts, to screaming at me for no reason, to just being a bully, i think she's got parrot pms.
shirt: vintage/thrifted, skirt: express, clogs: torpatoffeln/lotta from stockholm, bag: vintage/thrifted, bracelets: dinosaur toes
there's not much to say about this outfit other than: I'M GETTING DESPERATE! a few weeks a go i told you that a lot of my clothes were too big for me since i've been running and jumping on the trampoline more in the last few months than i usually do, and since this isn't something i plan on changing, that means my clothes have to change. since i have a hard time finding clothes in my size, and the store around here aren't the best for small people, chris was sweet enough to say that he'd take me to north carolina (since we aren't too far north of the border) to get some new and well-fitting clothes! i only have a week left before we go, so until then i'm trying my best to wear things that fit and don't look ridiculous!
i have an addiction to vintage hippie tops, and i was so excited when i found this one because it wasn't 80 sizes to big, and because whoever embroidered it put a bird on it. but, as much as i love my hippie shirts, i can't wear them every day because i feel like i have to be in the right mindset, and that is: peace, love, and getting high. i kid. well, i'm not going to get high, but i feel like when i wear this (or the others) it wouldn't surprise people to see me toting around a bong.