Dress: H&M, shirt: Primark, boots: Aldo, necklace: gift from a friend, glasses: Ray-Ban
After going through my outfit photos, I realized that I had a concerned/angry furrowed brow in every single one of them. Except the ones where I'm looking down or my hair is in the way. Because you can't see it.
I'm just having one of those an-agent-rejected-my-manuscript-because-the-protagonist-wasn't-likable-and-I-think-I-should-give-up-on-life kind of days. If you read that whole hyphenated mess then I tip my hat to you.
Gonna work on a new project tonight and stop dwelling on poor Cecily. She may be my baby, but it doesn't mean anybody else will like her (besides Lucy, who is possibly even worse than Cecily, and I say that with the greatest possible amount of love and admiration).