why don't you build me up, buttercup?

Sometimes I get lazy and essentially rehash an outfit, except with a few minor changes. Case in point this outfit:

white cami, cotton on
twisted trooper cardigan, f21
yoana baraschi pleated pencil skirt, anthropologie [x]
eloise berry bush tights, anthropologie [x]
trip the light fantastic heels, seychelles [x] [x] [x]
skinny studded belt, j.crew [x-ish]

...which is basically a remix of this outfit, except I swapped out the dress and flats for a skirt and heels.

I got this skirt the day it went on sale last week. I love a good pencil skirt, and the fact that this one had some fabulous pleating details (which are super flattering, for the record) and also came in this nice taupe color just about sold it for me. I also snagged the Landing Fields skirt, which I need to iron and fluff before I can actually wear it out. And knowing how much I hate ironing, who knows when I'll get around to wearing the skirt.

Last week was Boyfriend and I's 5-month anniversary. We don't typically celebrate except for an exchange of small gifts (a bag of Cheetos, a Kit-Kat, etc) but this time Boyfriend surprised me with lovely yellow tulips and orange daisies!

Pretty, huh? (the flowers, not me)

Thanks, Boyfriend! As much as I scoff at over-dramatized romances and chick flicks and Hallmark sap, I am a sucker at heart and enjoy a bouquet of cheery flowers as much as any other girl.

This bunch is especially nice because the last time Boyfriend got me flowers, they were planted in a pot with soil and no matter how much I doted over the little blooms, the entire thing died within a week. Clearly, I am not to be trusted for the well-being of plants.

Then again, it could be worse. My coworker had a cactus on her desk which eventually withered up and joined the cacti choir invisible. I mean, killing a tulip plant is one thing. Killing a cactus is another. I'd hate to know that I'm less nurturing than a desert.