simple style...and a jazzy ride down memory lane

<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEik3Tk9fxPkufAuCI2AlBNhYtaukyeLp577ABTblS_eZiUCqcH7aFd9aXwotjcASDTqmvPokGw5D7iRA6gjPpnYT5fdr7ooFWjluH_9Nupjr_GhectdM77eiO9DwwjIBlTB_lmx_YKl_q1w/s1600/V1britt2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" naa="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEik3Tk9fxPkufAuCI2AlBNhYtaukyeLp577ABTblS_eZiUCqcH7aFd9aXwotjcASDTqmvPokGw5D7iRA6gjPpnYT5fdr7ooFWjluH_9Nupjr_GhectdM77eiO9DwwjIBlTB_lmx_YKl_q1w/s640/V1britt2.JPG" width="480" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> <span style="font-size: x-small;">shoes: cato brand. shorts: banana republic. shirt: j.crew. necklace: forever21. watch: citizen brand. pin: don't recall.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKvgYKIzIxJUx3VmpWqvtCHPCAzjvuc2SB75nEp0aTjvd9216qkMQz_I6wlaEKfCynb4hK5t9SmhKpuHsc_AXRTI7Tori9clRqCPR90EU443LS6zeNhJujXCvwgyCizERZYoqhpgyJ3n0T/s1600/V1britt1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" naa="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKvgYKIzIxJUx3VmpWqvtCHPCAzjvuc2SB75nEp0aTjvd9216qkMQz_I6wlaEKfCynb4hK5t9SmhKpuHsc_AXRTI7Tori9clRqCPR90EU443LS6zeNhJujXCvwgyCizERZYoqhpgyJ3n0T/s640/V1britt1.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZ9HdhDZv9LtwagLuExILFbGnztXdJPOBmuge0E8ST2FY0RYH_cx8FD2yAOXG-UyPZTLkpg9dRvRfozqgl5x9Raia2_UGKjN-Jz7IWpWVRmtIX4RkKNz2o6QCGdZA1cYhyphenhyphen9tRTBkOt1o4s/s1600/V1britt3.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" naa="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZ9HdhDZv9LtwagLuExILFbGnztXdJPOBmuge0E8ST2FY0RYH_cx8FD2yAOXG-UyPZTLkpg9dRvRfozqgl5x9Raia2_UGKjN-Jz7IWpWVRmtIX4RkKNz2o6QCGdZA1cYhyphenhyphen9tRTBkOt1o4s/s640/V1britt3.JPG" width="448" /></a></div><div align="center">I play the piano. Did any of you know that? I used to be quite good. Not to brag [Editor's note: A preface which is unfailingly, 100%, and always followed by a statement of boast.], but I really was talented back in my teens. Won a few medals, one of which was of a golden hue.<br /><br />Convinced? No? Dah well. Regardless, I had a few minutes to myself this afternoon and spent them running through some of my old music books on the piano.</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">(Sure, I had laundry and dishes and grocery shopping and cleaning and a zillion other things I should've been doing. But sometimes a girl feels like being rebellious. My internal rebel just happens to pound out classical music. A sohpisticated rule-breaker. Like how I envision Ms. Zeta-Jones to be.) (Because there are soooo many things she and I have in common...)</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">*ahem* ANYway. My piano teacher would always write the date I started learning songs at the top of the music page. I died today when I noticed one of them, on a very technical and challenging piece, was <em>1994</em>. That, my dears, is SEVENTEEN YEARS AGO. </div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">I still think I'm like 18 years old, so you can understand my jaw-dropping flabbergastic...ness. So. Be kind to this old woman. I'll probably be that lady going 18 MPH on the freeway, like, tomorrow. Oooh, but want to know what else happens tomorrow? A major hair change. Something fitting for my newly discovered old age. Like a tight perm and a bluish tint. Maybe. You'll just have to wait and see.</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">Happy Wednesday, you young whippersnappers.</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">Want this look? 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simple style...and a jazzy ride down memory lane

  shoes: cato brand. shorts: banana republic. shirt: j.crew. necklace: forever21. watch: citizen brand. pin: don't recall. I play the pi...

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a simple outfit for a simple day

<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjozRYBgZavdSn_aqjDk1ltaDhP5ISmv6pS8pM9nQ4K0YWScrMTyUMfHO9-d2DJoVxY0TjPgWJB0ytWN2xk5YoWtFkdXQ0jUDf692XvLBDRJUma23_II6FCtjB-VTfiB-FSi_zJifAeuLGz/s1600/X1britt3.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" naa="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjozRYBgZavdSn_aqjDk1ltaDhP5ISmv6pS8pM9nQ4K0YWScrMTyUMfHO9-d2DJoVxY0TjPgWJB0ytWN2xk5YoWtFkdXQ0jUDf692XvLBDRJUma23_II6FCtjB-VTfiB-FSi_zJifAeuLGz/s400/X1britt3.JPG" width="335" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> <span style="font-size: x-small;">sandals: don't recall. shorts: gap cutoffs. shirt: thrifted. bracelet: </span><a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop/sienahansen" target="blank"><span style="font-size: x-small;">burntsiena designs</span></a><span style="font-size: x-small;">.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGMRoIywpqK9N1v6FeJ3du-_Y0VUPWfLaZlQnR-9ckr-U9d5IxMkcFd2dbiZu6vRtHgF_6XnepN_Jn5b5E6LMhxIF692XbGiqzZbl4G0BTFK8LlMd5aMAdiJkrk2Hjg3Ii8tX06heIZq4f/s1600/X1britt1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" naa="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGMRoIywpqK9N1v6FeJ3du-_Y0VUPWfLaZlQnR-9ckr-U9d5IxMkcFd2dbiZu6vRtHgF_6XnepN_Jn5b5E6LMhxIF692XbGiqzZbl4G0BTFK8LlMd5aMAdiJkrk2Hjg3Ii8tX06heIZq4f/s640/X1britt1.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRstVf0-eaeX4BTym6zZMqfZew6VupsU3EbU-FYPggcCGZCUAxzLMiRGhslCZkHnK0mpy2D3fq5vWLtuS0kiUyT0XcGWc2Fv7OrkYBWvynjOFhKWj6aWZNSgBS_VjCyeJNaWezOhpfhfGr/s1600/X1britt4.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" naa="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRstVf0-eaeX4BTym6zZMqfZew6VupsU3EbU-FYPggcCGZCUAxzLMiRGhslCZkHnK0mpy2D3fq5vWLtuS0kiUyT0XcGWc2Fv7OrkYBWvynjOFhKWj6aWZNSgBS_VjCyeJNaWezOhpfhfGr/s400/X1britt4.JPG" width="391" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Today I pulled mom-duty and instigated a morning chores regimen for my children. I was anticipating much resistance, but it backfired in a glorious way. Exhibit A: my 7-year-old son, who randomly selected "vacuum the stairs" from the chores jar, started shrieking with delight. "THIS IS THE BEST CHORE <strong>EVER!</strong> THE BEST <strong>DAY</strong> EVER! <strong>HOW </strong>DID I GET SO LUCKY?!?!?!!!!"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Sweet. The kid likes to vacuum. Note to self...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Today I really didn't want to get dressed. In fact, it wasn't until about 4 p.m. that I actually did get dressed. PJs for most of the day, because I needed to shower but didn't want to shower until I had worked out but didn't want to work out. I finally busted out some sort of sweat-provoking moves around 3 p.m. Which is sad and embarrassing but, I'm going to be brutally honest here folks, kind of awesome to do every once in a while.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Speaking of PJs...once in college I babysat a bunch of my nephews for about a week. They were young, and I became pretty engrossed in the world of diapers and spaghetti-o's. [Editor's note: Ew on those things.] Fast-forward to a conversation I was having with my roommate on the night I got back to my apartment, wherein I said something to the effect of, "I'm in for watching a movie, just let me get my jammies on first."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I'll never forget the one-raised-eyebrow she gave me. "'Jammies,' huh." Yep. Jammies. Or jammers, if you're so inclined. I was just that cool in college. Makes you wish you roomed with me, doesn't it. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Happy Monday. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">p.s. Don't forget to contact me if you're interested in advertising on this site in the coming month! brittneynsmart [at] yahoo [dot] com  C'mon, it's fun. And everybody's doing it. Kind of. Minus the "everybody" part...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Want this look? 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a simple outfit for a simple day

  sandals: don't recall. shorts: gap cutoffs. shirt: thrifted. bracelet: burntsiena designs . Today I pulled mom-duty and instigated a m...

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Luke, I'm not your father.

<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjby3iL4-W-d60Y6ggxRpmcjhm_zgS30Hn3ffEiIyEUpICj6DjfXgJaPnwIWCeap0RfQd2NIpCerYOF7k6dUuvT2L_J0SIluHKCYua-UyyEAmODudEzOV6tqcUKZAah1au8QSH7JM06S1S0/s1600/J2britt4.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjby3iL4-W-d60Y6ggxRpmcjhm_zgS30Hn3ffEiIyEUpICj6DjfXgJaPnwIWCeap0RfQd2NIpCerYOF7k6dUuvT2L_J0SIluHKCYua-UyyEAmODudEzOV6tqcUKZAah1au8QSH7JM06S1S0/s640/J2britt4.JPG" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> <span style="font-size: x-small;">shoes: steve madden. cutoffs: express. undershirt: downeast basics. shirt: american eagle. bracelet: forever21.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpL0vgIkLC-onHoWU5HZxBVZztd-zIzJNjT3aX7bUf0ZxXxh6uf6HlsJuyOywuCCLW5U0p_AC70nEnsp4ohqA8rilxR6RP39gUHH8RysLqjkztcaQPtT_tc1NfbfjFEpdX1qN1P09rPt9S/s1600/J2britt1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpL0vgIkLC-onHoWU5HZxBVZztd-zIzJNjT3aX7bUf0ZxXxh6uf6HlsJuyOywuCCLW5U0p_AC70nEnsp4ohqA8rilxR6RP39gUHH8RysLqjkztcaQPtT_tc1NfbfjFEpdX1qN1P09rPt9S/s640/J2britt1.jpg" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVXBz-5GGpZX239e07qSZMfDnN01HaT0s-oh5e98STBXVjQ3ITSko6oiyZ12z6PjQAbHDMv_c1rReIamC9PhrjYe5g0aUqhBdIfXpNTUpBjlQl30ddYc9mBj6nalgmGCXehfAShzdXPIxT/s1600/J2britt3.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVXBz-5GGpZX239e07qSZMfDnN01HaT0s-oh5e98STBXVjQ3ITSko6oiyZ12z6PjQAbHDMv_c1rReIamC9PhrjYe5g0aUqhBdIfXpNTUpBjlQl30ddYc9mBj6nalgmGCXehfAShzdXPIxT/s640/J2britt3.JPG" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1xJAAF25SUZdszt1KEDAezjuV12kHV09kSEH9OYqCdFwAIqPVFYprd77GtV04t7I7Rqy_9RmHTMklRHClrDS2rNUtYOaBTfGe_frPKb-17XuOv0ibyaYiOGZa0a7ah1X72X8e_OM1-B50/s1600/J2britt2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1xJAAF25SUZdszt1KEDAezjuV12kHV09kSEH9OYqCdFwAIqPVFYprd77GtV04t7I7Rqy_9RmHTMklRHClrDS2rNUtYOaBTfGe_frPKb-17XuOv0ibyaYiOGZa0a7ah1X72X8e_OM1-B50/s640/J2britt2.JPG" /></a></div><div align="center">Jumping-off point for this ensemble was the fact that I'd shaved my legs. Plus it was hot. Got ourselves a two-fer in the Why I Will Wear Shorts Today department. The only protest, as far as I could tell, is the fact that my legs are a pale shade of white that hovers uncomfortably between "ghost" and "dead."</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">To which protestations I say: Bring on the death march then. And also fame, because I'm pretty sure my legs inspired the pasty makeup job of Darth Vadar's mask-removed face near the end of Return of the Jedi. Which, in my humble opinion, was and remains the best Star Wars movie of them all. Mostly because the ewoks are cute. And Jabba the Hut is can't-look-away revolting.</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">I sound like a Trekkie, don't I. Er, not a "trekkie," actually, but rather I sound like whatever the name would be for the Star Wars version of an obsessed fanatic. I'm really not, and the fact that I have no intergalactic name for myself, or accompanying powers, proves it.</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">And, although I may or may not use the quote, "Do or do not; there is no try" on a weekly basis in casual conversation, I can safely assure you that it's almost always in reference to my hearty consumption of entire bags of pnut m&ms...</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">Happy Monday.</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Want this look? 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Luke, I'm not your father.

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in which the photos don't match my insides.

<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIBXXNkI7ugantdo1oP1xzH8wZS5I-eInvHEP9C7dKEkQUKBwKDvpiyAips_Qc7JcXyC1JTrrOdVCN1oo3nPZzD-dEYQf9RBvF-RauoVeYVE7VsXcmtJPR2CjEmz7BRDnu_y3hfpahWDaH/s1600/K1britt3.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIBXXNkI7ugantdo1oP1xzH8wZS5I-eInvHEP9C7dKEkQUKBwKDvpiyAips_Qc7JcXyC1JTrrOdVCN1oo3nPZzD-dEYQf9RBvF-RauoVeYVE7VsXcmtJPR2CjEmz7BRDnu_y3hfpahWDaH/s640/K1britt3.JPG" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> <span style="font-size: x-small;">shoes: don't recall. shorts: american eagle. shirt: j.crew. belt: thrifted (american eagle). bracelets: forever21. earrings: hawaii.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJFFVvidBGXT55ZzkfLLZVJhZYoHmxrDpk6dZs9S6QsoLaZMMpLgR29sWqiYppjfHjZf2x1HDuKt7351obqBZvi1GbfJakD83KW9dyqI-H1VNxHJtjhjAX4gi7QKsKBYLjqbAnhiuafuwc/s1600/K1britt1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJFFVvidBGXT55ZzkfLLZVJhZYoHmxrDpk6dZs9S6QsoLaZMMpLgR29sWqiYppjfHjZf2x1HDuKt7351obqBZvi1GbfJakD83KW9dyqI-H1VNxHJtjhjAX4gi7QKsKBYLjqbAnhiuafuwc/s400/K1britt1.jpg" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBmM1SGVQZ10ZECFESxE4eLK5wMm0p0a341xEsCbiASKdhdTa2UuXUKqPoDRLbDfudpTdYuo6bppeMFzGeRGy3y55xOSDoSnJNRD3ttih1pXQC9dwy5QmSF76hlrEULp2nSxFFRSdLoJMz/s1600/K1britt2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBmM1SGVQZ10ZECFESxE4eLK5wMm0p0a341xEsCbiASKdhdTa2UuXUKqPoDRLbDfudpTdYuo6bppeMFzGeRGy3y55xOSDoSnJNRD3ttih1pXQC9dwy5QmSF76hlrEULp2nSxFFRSdLoJMz/s640/K1britt2.JPG" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Traveling in Europe about 10 years ago, I was stopped and scrutinized at customs after handing them my passport. When I smile, my eyes nearly disappear into squintiness, and my smiling passport photo looked nothing like the straight-faced me. I'm sure it was for less than 10 seconds that they alternated between looking up at me and down at my photo, but it felt like an eternity. An eternity packed with crimes that I never committed but felt guilty of.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">[Epilogue: Eventually they let me through, and I proceeded to eat my weight in Italian ice cream.]</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">My best friend growing up called them "happy clown eyes," because she said they turn into two rainbow-shaped arcs like what jolly clowns paint on their faces. Which is nice of her to try to say, but...really? Clowns? Yipes. Those guys are creepy, whether their eyes are painted happy or sad or dead.</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">I've always been surprised to see photos of when I'm smiling, because I look so different (a.k.a. weird) from how I feel (a.k.a. normal). Regardless, it's how my face is built, and I figure I've got a few pretty solid options for how to deal with it: </div><div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">(1) botox and/or plastic surgery. With such a face, I wouldn't physically be able to smile, which means no disappearing squint-eyes ever again! Tempting. Oh. Wait. Nope. Not tempting. At all.</div><div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">(2) practice and perfect a mouth-only smile. Hello teeth. And also goose-bumpy insincerity. </div><div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">(3) never smile again. But I find myself too funny for that option...and my husband would miss my solo hysterical laughing fits, I just know it. </div><div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">(4) just go with it. Done and done. Exhibit A:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSvmf7OgH6e4V4wp6EUvcQZTS_Q-aY2AZh7bd9ZVZ2q21O4s5Ssp_kVl-fiCzwnhbTpg6iuXi8T4ko66FFN_tjYf4AFD5ZZTd-Xb7npgVEZZ_yvdrHMqUz4Fl8KLXUFypF0DXd9rB7kvmi/s1600/K1britt5.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSvmf7OgH6e4V4wp6EUvcQZTS_Q-aY2AZh7bd9ZVZ2q21O4s5Ssp_kVl-fiCzwnhbTpg6iuXi8T4ko66FFN_tjYf4AFD5ZZTd-Xb7npgVEZZ_yvdrHMqUz4Fl8KLXUFypF0DXd9rB7kvmi/s400/K1britt5.JPG" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Happy Friday!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Want this look? 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in which the photos don't match my insides.

  shoes: don't recall. shorts: american eagle. shirt: j.crew. belt: thrifted (american eagle). bracelets: forever21. earrings: hawaii. T...

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