|Jacket: Cartonnier, Top: Old Navy , Jeans: AG Stevies, Necklace, Anthro.|
The top I'm wearing in these pictures is really a cardigan I put on backwards. Shh! By that point of our holiday I was running out of clean clothes, so... Also, colour-blocking is still cool, right?
Speaking of colour, while Victor and I were walking through the Flamingo Casino after taking these pictures, I heard someone shout, "HEY! GIRL WITH THE RED PANTS!" I stopped dead. Were they talking to me? (Also, in the UK, when someone says pants they mean underpants!) Behind me, a girl with similar fire engine coloured trousers, a chambray shirt and a black scarf was waving at me enthusiastically. We went over for a chat, and it turns out she'd never seen anyone else wearing red trousers before. I almost asked her if her name was also Gwen, but it would have been too scary if she'd said yes! She was super nice, we even took a picture together before going out separate ways - that is, her friend took a picture on her iphone. My husband took no pictures whatsoever. Gah! Men!
And look, out-take of the day - which I shall name, "I Brush My Hair Sometimes, Because I'm Worth It."
Work those locks, baby! Yeah!