Then, while innocently perusing shoes at DSW, neon appeared again. This time it was sitting on white heels, giving me a feminine wink. Did I wink back? Yes. I didn't want to be rude. I flirted with neon, and damnit I flirted hard. Then I took the shoes home. Neon: 2. Emily: 0.
Now, proper mathematics indicate that neon is winning. Even neon thinks it got the best of me. It's been throwing taunting words at me every night. Something along the lines of, "Ha-ha-ha, I WIN! You can't resist me, VanderBeek. Scoooreboard."
Little does neon know that I've been ahead of the game this whole time. That purse I got "lurred" into? Totally wanted it to happen. Those shoes that "winked" at me from across the aisle? I played hard to get so they would approach me.
Then I swooped them both up, paired them together, and waltzed around the city like I owned them. Because I did. How's that for winning?
Shoes - DSW | Purse - Target | Shirt - Anthropologie
Jacket - Vintage | Pants - Zara | Hat - Francesca's
Care to dance? Follow my lead.