This outfit is pretty boring. Jeans, top, the end (Oh! And a bandaid, but we’re going to pretend it is not there). But I wore it. And so it is here amongst the other outfits.

I purchased this Bea Embroidered Blouse two summers ago at Anthropologie when it hit sale (slightly similar blouses on sale here and here). The embroidery beckoned to me.

Um, what do you think of my prop?

I grabbed the flowers from my house on the way out the door.

My husband said, “What are you doing?”

And I said, “I thought these flowers would be pretty with this top for the pictures. You know, a prop.”

To which he replied, “Whoa, slow down. I don’t think we’ve graduated to props yet.”

Which sounds funny and made me grab them anyway.

This picture is awful.

Let’s blame the prop, shall we?

But I wanted to show the pretty ruffles on the sides of the shirt.

My husband had been wanting to take pictures in front of this ivy covered wall for quite awhile. Hmmmmm. Isn’t that kind of a prop? How do you graduate to props anyway? Who hands out the diploma? Does the diploma hand out itself?

Fashion blogging is so confusing.