I headed back to the homeland to see my parents and sisters this past weekend. The best parts about going home (rather than the obvious company of loved ones) include: the abundance of food in the fridge, suburban malls, roads without traffic, and raiding my sister’s closet. We are similar in size and build and I don’t think we’ve ever been together without swapping something in our closets. In fact, I usually don’t put a whole lot of thought into packing when I visit home, as I know I’ll always find something to wear.
(…And clearly see above some flour got on my pants. I also love baking at home because my mom has a stocked pantry. I will show the the fruits of my labor later on this week.)
Also, thank you for the suggestions on how to wear the Zara boots!