I should probably start chasing boys around shouting "Hey Sailor! Wait...come back! It's cute when she says it!"
What I admire about her, (aside from her hair...did I mention how nice her hair is?) is that she's well put together when she's just out and about which is really the true measure of style. If you look good on the red carpet, it means you pay someone cool to dress you. If you look good in the queue at Starbucks, it means you're cool. I don't even go to Starbucks, so I'm extra uncool. But if I did, I would rock this little outfit:
Ahhh, I'm so excited for it to get colder so I can live in shorts and tights. It's my version of being a never nude.
I need to get me some shirts with cute little collars and cute heart pins. Etsy, here I come!
If I'm going to properly steal her style, my curling iron is going to be getting some major action. And I am totally fine with that.
Seriously, this girl probably sleeps in her tights. I fucking love it.
I'll probably pass on the dungarees, but how cute are those braids with dainty, curled ends!?
So here's the plan. Lots and lots of black tights, cute collared shirts, cute cardigans, poufy high-waisted skirts, and curls with loads of volume and bangs. It's gonna be awesome.
Then we'll be bestest friends forever.