A pair of black, wide leg trousers from that Gap that I've had for about a billion years.

A white tanktop from Old Navy.

A lilac button down blouse from Banana, with the sleeves cuffed up

Earrings I inherited from my husband's grandmother which are lever-back with a small bit of chainmail hanging from them.

Black faux-leather flats from Report with little swirls on them.

It's cool and rainy today (blech) so I'm also wearing my faux leather motorcycle jacket from Target as soon as I head to work. Which I have to do... exactly now. I wish I'd taken a nap.
"And politically correct is the worst term, not just because it’s dismissive, but because it narrows down the whole social justice spectrum to this idea that it’s about being polite instead of about dismantling the oppressive social structure of power.
Fun Fact: When you actively avoid being “PC,” you’re not being forward-thinking or unique. You’re buying into systems of oppression that have existed since before you were even born, and you’re keeping those systems in place."