outfit details | dress: a cut above boutique | shoes: target, old [similar here, here, here] | clutch: forever 21

watch: michael kors | necklace: bauble bar [similar here] | bracelets: j.crew, stella & dot | heart ring: forternal

arrow ring: stella & dot | earrings: j.crew {similar here and here} | sunnies: ray-ban

i hope that you have made it to friday in one piece.

i may have, but my hair is going on day number four without a wash,

sans dry shampoo, and people are starting to shoot me concerned looks,

realizing that this might have been a pretty busy week for this girl.

to make the matter just a little worse more amusing, my co-workers have been asking me

almost immediately,

mid-sentence,

every time they begin a conversation,

if i have pink eye because the white part of my left eye has been so … pink.

with no drainage or pruritis, i assured them that i most definitely do not,

but their inquiries caused me to segue into a complete clinical assessment of my own eye,

eventually, i diagnosed myself with a corneal abrasion,

making everyone i work with feel so much better but … me? not so much.

my WebMD doctor recommended that i not wear my contacts

for one-to-three days, depending on how long it takes to heal on its own.

now, if you knew me, you would know that i have horrible vision am

in the top 100 of my optometrist’s blindest patient’s.

i can’t see a dern thing without my contacts in.

to see without contacts, for me, is like

trying to see through vaseline smeared over my eyes.

i’ve been wearing them since the second grade, too,

so i just don’t identify with myself in glasses. it’s weird.

and then there’s actually seeing out of glasses.

no peripheral vision? no fun.

turning your head certain ways so you can actually see who is talking to you? annoying.

thick as a brick lenses? … okay, i won’t lie. it’s just hilarious.

my poor Ray-Ban frames only save them so much. i totally embrace it.

so, anyway, wearing glasses for the next few days is so not my ideal situation,

especially because it’s the weekend, but, it gets better:

prior to my making this diagnosis,

probably even prior to my clumsy self causing such an injury,

i decided to sign up for an extra shift at work this week.

oh, just guess when that extra shift is?

t o d a y.

and this … ladies (and gentleman?) … is my life,

and my fancy friday if i ever had one!

don’t forget about our giveaway this week:

make it a great day, y’all!

with love and sequins,

haley