Things I’m certain of this Saturday afternoon (hey it’s still afternoon if the sun’s up, right?):
The neon French manicure is my new summer staple. Consider it the next step in my inevitable transition into being French
There is no work week so brutal that a drink (or two) with old friends can’t solve
Tightrope by Walk the Moon is the most perfect song I’ve ever heard
I’m in need of a destination boyfriend: someone that I love and adore but preferably comes with his own island paradise
Wardrobe spoiler alert for the evening: there is no occasion too big or too small for bedazzled shoes. Or a sock bun for that matter…
My uncle is one of the most intelligent/interesting people I’ve ever met and our Monday dinner date will undoubtedly be the highlight of my week
I have been told that I throw darts in a very romantic way, as if I’m aiming them at someone’s heart. If by romantic, my friend meant carelessly and with little precision, then yes, I suppose I would have to agree on all counts
