breakfast in bed

(south of) houston, we have a problem: yours truly is down for the count with "The Bug" that seems to have infected 98% of the neighborhood. now clearly this presents an unfortunate predicament not because i feel nauseous and my skin looks like crap my throat will probably be sore for the rest of my life the next three weeks, but because i cannot yet share with you the fruits of my flu impaired judgement late night labor: the most perfect pair of diy jeans (destroyed, naturally). said jeans have been on the bucket list forever, and two midnights ago, they finally materialized cross that baby off the list. instead of wearing these newfound gems though, i have been "laying low and taking care of myself" by which i mean wearing my favorite anthropologie pajamas and watching netflix round the clock. i firmly believe though, that if i just watch enough audrey hepburn movies, my flu will magically disappear. i also may have started crying when holly finally found cat, that one really hit home, but anyway.

snapshots: because breakfast at tiffany's is the ultimate panacea. via fashion chalet and assorted tumblrs: deliverance-on-a-plate, carokub, groovy-teen, lazygolddigger. 

tunes: ambition by wale

xx