Last Friday we reunited the team from Tisvilde and went to a garden party at Nørrebro. The outfit lasted 1 hour, then I was wrapped up in my blanket, looking like a giant rolled pork. And the heels didn’t really fit the yard’s grass slopes and pebbles. Nothing that a bottle of rosé couldn’t make up for though.
Boyfriend Jeans//Miss Sixty (stolen from mom – “Mom Jeans”?)