Took a train to the station…
Well, really I walked to the station. Then I took a train. But it sounds less like a country song when I explain it.
Here’s the story: I waited for a train, enjoying the winter sunshine…
And admiring my polka dot tights and the fact that they’d lasted so long compared to the others I’d owned.
The train arrived and took me to the City.
Um, something something something…I dyed my hair.
Yup, worst country song ever. And it started off so well, right? Right guys?
Tights: Best & Less
Bag: The Fashion Station