




My sister got me new lenses for the hilarious vintage frames that I scored on Ebay ages ago for my birthday.
I have no defense for my silliness. I can't take a picture without looking goofy, and I have a baby. So there is ZERO time for any sort of beauty routine if I want to get anything else done. Ever it seems.
He's stirring in the swing as I write this! Must dash!
(although now that I am posting these to the internet I realize that maybe I could sneak 5 minutes somewhere to throw on some eyeliner or something. And I am still thinking that bangs are going to have to happen in the Fall. I am ridiculous)