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Dolman sleeve sweater, directly inspired by Beth (although hers features some sweet chevron stripes, which are glorious): Sonoma via Kohl's (clearance rack)
Skinnies: generic brand from teenybopper store 5 years ago
STRAIGHT HAIR: via my hair now getting too long to be properly curly but too short to straighten itself. I had to hit it with the flattening iron. *must schedule haircut pronto*
Necklace: made last night by yours truly. Nice and ghetto, just like I promised
Earrings: Avon. Not joking. They actually have really great cheap stuff!
Boots: Croft and Barrow via Kohls.
Nails: WORST. NAIL COLOR. EVER.
Hey, the Gospel reading was yet another tear jerker (surprise surprise).
I don't talk about my dad much on this blog (who does, really?) because for some reason I imagine him reading it someday (I wish he would and pray he never does. That makes sense, I know.) and I don't want it to be....weird. But anyway. Whenever I hear the story of the prodigal son I can't help but wonder if it's ever possible that my dad would come back to his family and to the Church the way that man so dramatically did. I mean, other people do it all the time, but I just don't feel like I can allow myself to consider the possibility. And when I do, as I did this morning, it is v.v.v.v. hard to keep the emotions in check.
Anyway. Blah blah blah, pray for my dad, m'kay? Thank you!