Love this romper! The last time I wore it, I was shivering my tukus off in Dublin! It was perfect for this chilly, rainy spring day, though. I even taught dance classes in it!
Aside from the awesome-Aztec-ness of this look, I want to talk about smiles. Some people smile all the time. They smile because they are happy. They smile because they genuinely want to smile. Some people almost never smile. For them to smile, they must be touched on the deepest level of human emotion. Then there are people like me. We smile either because we're genuinely happy or because we just don't know what to do with our faces and have an understanding that resting B face is less than desirable.
It's been a long week (TGIF!) and I've found that I've been pushing myself to smile. I've been pushing myself to find reasons to smile, but really, like the rain that has come to settle over my little corner of the world, a bit of melancholy has set in.
I don't know if it is because my dad keeps asking me when I'm going to get married/have kids/stop traveling and my mom is lamenting over my pile of degrees and lack of career. I don't know if it is because I'm probably going to be leaving Europe in the fall and don't know what the next step is. I don't know if it is because I'm busting my derriere trying to work as many hours as I possibly can so I can knock out the last bit of student debt I accumulated as an undergrad and I'm just beat.
I just know that I'm smiling because it looks good on the outside and I want the inside to feel it, too.