My college roommates all had super great style, but we didn't really swap outfits often.
(Except for the time when I borrowed Sarah Kay's tan blazer for my first-kiss-with-husband date and she borrowed my belts for . . . everything. Oh, the belt love that binds.)
Probably there weren't many clothing exchanges because I'm a foot taller than everyone. It's cool.
But it's all coming back to me now. New husband? New wardrobe!
I've noticed a steady decline in my wearing of ladylike clothes as the semester has progressed and the temperatures have dropped. It's a good thing that "chunky" is in-style, because babes, I'm drowning in manly pullovers and over-sized flannel. Speaking of flannel . . .
The candles-and-Christmas combination is my cup of cocoa.
Jared told me I can wear his clothes to school anytime I want.
I told him, "Same to you, Lovey Dovey."
So we'll see how that goes.