dress | reformed by urban outfitters
wedges | michael kors
earrings | nordstroms b.p.
I have a confession to make. I am a ‘grass-assin’. Plants hate me. Or at least they seem to because they always end up dying under my watch. Despite attempts to cultivate my basil plant so I no longer have to buy that big box at Trader Joe’s and throw half of it away, it still somehow manages to dry out on me. I seem to have only inherited mama’s freckles and not her green thumb. I mean, did you SEE those mutant guavas? I don’t know how she does it. I’m pretty sure I heard a faint whimper when I tried to water her succulents with the watering can. Maybe I should try other methods. Harvest dancing, perhaps?