Zara linen tee // H&M angora sweater // RVCA jeans // Burberry Prorsum wedges // Ann-Sofie Back sunglasses
I didn't grow up using the microwave, so I'm embarrassingly inept at gauging times to reheat things. I mean I can cook or bake anything, but I need explicit time directions when it comes to nuking. I burned the shit out of my microwave trying to make none other than microwave popcorn the other night. I was flailing my arms trying to keep the alarm and sprinklers from going off, like another poor resident did a few months ago destroying about 20 other units in the process. Luckily I was saved from that shame, but now our entire place reeks of smoke. I'm jumping at any chance I get to breath fresh air.
Between the smokey home and the sub zero A/C my company insists on, the little outdoor breaks in the random 91˚ winter weather as of late are kind of nice.