I look cool cause I'm wearing a hat.

Sunday brunch at Calle Ocho = bottomless sangria = happiness.

I don't know how to take 'fashion blogger' pictures and I'm not going to pretend like I do. I just asked my friend to snap a quick picture of me post-brunch and full-belly, wherever I happened to be standing. I think the taxis add a nice burst of yellow-orange. It was a lovely day, so of course I decided to go straight home and nap for a few hours. Looking back I'm very surprised 1) I made it out of bed and 2) went through the effort of piecing together a more-elaborate-than-usual outfit (weekends = pajamas). 

Also, a quick shoutout to http://isthelrunning.com/. Fickle, fickle L train.

 I felt like an idiot clutching my hat every five seconds to prevent it from flying off my head, but add a smile and it makes for a nice shot.

I felt like an idiot clutching my hat every five seconds to prevent it from flying off my head, but add a smile and it makes for a nice shot.

 Cardigan: Zara; Printed Top: Loft; Skirt: Urban Outfitters; Hat: also UO; Purse: H&M; Tights: Express; Booties: Aldo

Cardigan: Zara; Printed Top: Loft; Skirt: Urban Outfitters; Hat: also UO; Purse: H&M; Tights: Express; Booties: Aldo

Toodles,
Sarah