We partied prettty hard the night before I wore this outfit.
And by partying hard, I mean we stayed up past midnight and I drank the equivalent of a bottle of wine by myself.
At this point in our lives, that's a rager.
(Side note, while getting my hair done once by my younger and cooler stylist, she asked herfriendif they were going to "rage" that night and I asked, "Where's Rage?" I'm old.)
Needless to say after partying like that, I woke up feeling not awesome.
Hence, the fedora.
My dirty hair, hangover cover.
Also, to be fair, I only wore the cute version of this outfit for like an hour while we ran some errands and then I changed into this:
|Try not to fall in love with me everybody.|
Necklace that you can't really see: Gift, Similar