Oh.My.God.

If you were to glance at my title you might stereotype me as somewhat of a "valley girl" which I admit I can be sometimes....but no. I actually have Ida Maria's song "Oh My God" completely and totally stuck in my head. It's getting a little out of control, but that's nothing compared to how obsessed I was with my shoes yesterday.

You know when you get an outfit just right and you feel a little adrenaline rush and your kind of singing, "Ahh" like a miracle has just happened? It happened to me the moment I slipped my shoes on with my plaid tights. It was a moment of bliss and outfit heaven was throwing its gates open. So, of course, I had to take millions of pictures. By the way, it sort of kind of helped that it was my first day of "fashion school" and my mom had turned into a stalker papparazzi. But don't tell her that or she'll think I like taking all of the thousand pictures she snapped in front of everyone when I was so obviously trying to be "cool".

If you only knew how nervous I was inside, total mess and doing a fashion weekend did not help at all. Alas the nervy butterflies in the stomach syndrome has worn away and I am so ready for a long nap and maybe a honey mask.

Too-doo-loo loves,

A