...or something like that.
In a month, I'm attending a wedding in St. Paul, Minnesota. I need a dress.
Maybe if I become even more freckly, I will be deceivingly somewhat tan and can pull off this number.
Word on the street is that for every Anthropologie dress you buy, they throw in one of these baller chairs for free.
OK that's a lie. But them chairs would look pretty darn cute on my upcoming front porch.