The internet has told me one thing and one thing only today: I am clearly not American enough for the Superbowl. Not only did I have no idea it was today (to be fair, I barely even knew today was Sunday), but I didn't even know which teams were playing. A quick scroll through Twitter told me everything I didn't need to know, though, so I can go on pretending that I care.
Just kidding.
I don't. (Sorry.)
Anyway, I'm still sick. Luckily, I think I'm finally on the mend, but I still felt like I needed a bit of cheering up. And thus I found myself in the most fantastic sweater anyone's ever owned, ever. It's so soft, and I want to live in it.
Most of my day has been spent writing, listening to "Miracle Mile" on loop, writing, and napping with Jerry the Buffalo because Charlie clearly wants nothing to do with me.
Ingrate.
Sweater: Forever 21 | Skirt: mom | Flats: Payless | Buffalo: best ever (also, Yellowstone)
The best time to wear a striped heart sweater
is all the time.
