I was washin' cars with Zac and noticed this b-e-a-utiful sunset so we hopped up on his roof, myself in a skirt, mind you, and enjoyed the colors in the sky.
I bought the shirt from a lady who made them herself on Venice Beach a few years back.
The skirt is of Anthropologie's sale rack which reminds me of a cupcake and could use some ironing as you may notice. I guess the peace sign on the shirt takes care of my "i dont iron" look.
Bed time.
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