All I want for Christmas are better parking skills.
I was attempting to pull into a parking space (that in retrospect was probably borderline impossible to get into without pulling some Ace Ventura-type vehicular stunts) and ended up scratching my poor darling on a column. Blast. If cars could talk, mine would've gone,
I am a terrible car mother.
beaded cami, gap
'arrow' sweater, j.crew [x]
'lost time' skirt, anthropologie
leaf clasp belt, urban outfitters
'berry bush' tights, anthropologie
'allie' flats, bcbg
pave heart ring, coach