That time I wore chambray.

I stopped by the corner store aka my parent's house yesterday morning, and while I was there, my mom handed me a stack of old pictures to look through. I found a few gems, including this one:

I guess I can't make fun of people who wear chambray anymore.
I guess I've worn it, too.

Don't hate on my socks.
Or my loafers?

And don't even think I didn't notice the dead flowers behind me.

In other news, my father told me last night that he's watched a few episodes of Girls.
And my mom is officially on Pinterest.

Insert gun emoji here.

How was your weekend?