Today’s post is not a glamorous one. We spent the entire day working on arrangements for a beautiful wedding for Saturday (will share photos tomorrow) and I ran out the back door to quickly document day 5 in the midst of the mayhem.
I know that an apron isn’t in my 30. But if I have to wear the same clothes for a month, lily poop and dirt stains are not an option. The third photo is me explaining to C that you, dear readers, will surely understand that wearing an apron is not cheating. The fourth photo is to prove that there’s nothing under said apron except the white tank top from my 30.