Allie: Can you hang out?
Hettie: Well, I have to blog and I have tennis.
Allie: Oh, text me after tennis.
Hettie: Wanna come over and take pictures of me for my blog?
Garcias mi amiga, Allie!
THANK YOU, FOR ONCE I DIDN'T HAVE TO DRAG THAT POOPY TRIPOD OUTSIDE.
(Lily Pulitzer's thrifted crab pants, Banana Republic dad socks, Marc By: Marc Jacobs mary-jane shoes, thrifted belt, French Lace cami, Forever 21 batwing laced sweater pinned with mothers broach, random necklaces, and topped off with Oliver Peoples vintage glasses.)
Tomatoes! Tomatoes! TOM-A-TOES! TOM-A-TOES!
MY FOOT IS ONLY THE SIZE 6!