Please pardon my mess of a top-knot. While I finally had a chance to wash my hair this morning {God bless my sweet husband’s heart for letting me sleep in and stroll in to work two hours late} I’m afraid I didn’t have the energy to do much else. I did manage to slap on some makeup and put on a clean pair of jeans, so two out of three ain’t bad.

My head is still spinning from last week. I snuck in a luxuriously long nap Sunday afternoon  — and several generously poured glasses of Merlot — but I haven’t completely recovered from the holiday. Maybe I have a rare florist-attacking strain of lovesickness? Symptoms include extreme fatigue, aversion to glittery hearts and red roses, body aches, memory loss, and reckless consumption of leftover Valentine’s Day chocolate. Any other flower veterans that can confirm this self-diagnosis?

{ Wearing: Target sweater; thrifted denim button-down; Gap jeans; JCrew espadrilles; Romeo & Juliet Couture handbag via Hautelook }