Tank top: Thrifted — Camisole: Old Navy — Shorts: Nordstrom Rack — Sandals: Target — Necklace: Gift from Katie! — Bracelet: World Market
Hmm, did I wear short-shorts on Sunday? Did I, in fact, wear them to the farmer’s market and the grocery store?
No, no, definitely not. This outfit post is a figment of your imagination! WooooOOOooooooOOOOoo! (Imagine me making spooky hand gestures here, because apparently I think that ghosts are also hypnotists?)
Okay, the correct answer is “yes.” I bought these shorts on Mike’s and my Grand Shopping Adventure in San Francisco, and I think they’re the shortest shorts I’ve worn on bare legs since I was prepubescent. And honestly? I thought I would feel at least sort of self-conscious about it, but these suckers are so comfy that I wasn’t even bovvered! I was waaaaay more focused on getting a good deal on nectarines than on whether other people cared about my stretch marks.
(By the way, we now have nectarines for days. Like, I’m pretty sure that the $5 bag we bought from a particularly bossy young woman–she handed us each a piece of nectarine to taste with the command, “You try! Now!”–actually contained infinite nectarines that stretch back into time so that We Have Never Not Had Nectarines In Our House. They are delicious, though.)
And no, they’re not the shortest shorts that ever shorted, but it’s not a contest! (Well, not for me, anyway.) It’s enough for me to be able to wear shortish shorts out and about and to also be able to give zero fucks about it. Summer may have forced my hand somewhat, but I’m more than willing to take the credit. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m off to rub some infinite nectarines all over my face. SUMMER.