no fancy allowed.

i wore heels to work today and although i’m happy to be breaking out my summer feet, again (i know i’m jumping the gun but how cute are they?), i’m remembering why i’m always in flats. and that, my friends, is because they hurt like a mother.

so now i’m fantasizing about being transported to the glorious places below — where i can check fancy at the door. [hello?]

but ultimately i’d enjoy running free on some beach in australia like abbey lee.

photos via me, apartmenttherapy, google, me, google & australian vogue.

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