the littlest things.

i love my job.
i love my job.
i love my job.

on days like these (that never seem to end), chanting the lines above merely act as a gentle reminder, in order to get oneself out of bed in the morning.

(if you are working, you should know what i mean)

moving along...

unlike the majority of the workforce, i have the liberty to wear whatever the ___ i please. (most of the time)

yesterday's theme was: little miss san fran.
floral print empire top, with puffed sleeves. faded bootcut jeans, ripped at one knee. stone grey tailored vest. gold daisy pin/brooch. yellow canvas mary janes with straw soles.

a little bit hippie-chick, a little bit boho free-spirit.

i'm sorry if describing my outfits everyday brings me joy - i get it, cheap thrills and all that - but it is one of the few things that sustain me. especially after being on my feet for 8.5 hours, with every ounce of my being having been drained away. and besides *shrugs* i've long said that i find joy in the littlest things.