Iron On

 skirt: thrifted    shoes: thrifted    blouse: c/o Romwe (buy it here)  bag: ASOS

I often forget of this foreign concept....what is called...how you say, oh yes, common sense. That's the term. Yes, most days it is nothing but an after thought, I do something terribly idiotic and then afterward think, "Oh.. perhaps I should have thought about that before I said that stupid thing/called that woman a man/ tried to chest bump that girl walking down the street because she had rockin' pants on (hypothetically speaking of course, and just fyi, girls don't respond favorably to chest bumps.ever.) You see, today I was leaving for work, wearing this precious pastel piece of pretty and it was ridonkulously wrinkly, so you know what I did? I'll tell you what I did! Without a thought I grabbed the iron and ironed the whole dang thing while it was on me, I mean obviously  I checked every few seconds to make sure my clothes weren't melted to my skin...a safety precaution of course. I then gave myself a cerebral high five for being so creative and scooted my hot (literally steaming hot) butt to work. It wasn't until I got to work that I thought, Sarah, you are dumb, stop doing stupid things at a constant rate mmmmkay, oh and p to the s ,you forgot to iron the friggin' hem you wrinkly mess, GET IT TOGETHER MAN!!