I hate my outfit. End of story.

[cropped cable knit sweater tucked into highwaisted draped skirt]
[patterned tights & booties]

[the devil]

I went to bed last night stress free and full of excitement. I rarely pick my ensembles out prior to the morning rush of shower, coffee, makeup and hair. I usually tend to make my way to the closet after all these tasks are done. Last night however, I thought I would start a new trend to eliminate the haphazard mornings which almost always leave me flying out of the house with wet hair speeding like a lunatic to make it to work on time. I woke up this morning with the intention to shower and curl my hair, fix my pearl necklace which was the main focus of my outfit, get starbucks and mosey into work five minutes early. I took the 30 minute grace period I gave myself and ventured into by beading supplies to fix my favorite necklace. Just as I was about to tighten the crimping bead around the string and finish off my first task, the necklace fell apart yet again.  Keep in mind it took longer than 30 minutes to do this due to lack of correct string and needles to make the process faster. Therefore, I was extremely late, in a fight with my favorite necklace, no time to shower which forced me into throwing my hair up with a headband and I was left with no other clothing options because I had only packed the one when I spent the night at my boyfriend's. Not caring that I had to be in the car twenty minutes ago I still stood in line at starbucks, hoping to alleviate my borderline angry mood. I got to work hating my outfit because I ruined what could have been an amazing one but due to lack of accessories it would have been put on the worst dressed list. Luckily I am sitting here thankful I am home alone in my bathrobe and ready to fix this necklace once and for all.