flannel button-up: forever21 | cargo vest: old navy | jeans: american eagle outfitters | moccasins: softmoc | bracelets: assorted and dad's watch | bag: parlour coffee | toque: stolen from mom
It happens more often than I'd like to admit. I wake up with camp vibes. It's like I've been plotting a tent-out in my dreams and once I'm up, I can't shake it. So, here's my theory: If I dress like I'm going camping, the bus will suddenly break down and we'll all have to spend the day at the lake campground, kayaking and roasting marshmallows (like i said, i can't shake it). Instead, these days are spent in biology class (pretending the bunsen burner is a campfire) and the gym (it's not a mile run, it's a hike). But, hey. My class is going fishing tomorrow.
We're onto something, my delusional theories and I.