Dang, Denim on Denim.

Ah, denim. My dearest friend. Even in the deliciously agonizing Texas summer heat, I still wear denim religiously. And as frequently as I wear denim, I wear denim on denim. Yes, I know the Canadian Tuxedo isn't for everyone but she is my friend, and I swear by her. Especially when I can whip out these babies. I picked up these Free People flares on a whim back in early January, and have been wearing them all the time since. There's something about a jean that isn't a skinny that makes me feel a little bit more powerful.

Pair that up with this vintage denim button-down I inherited from my mom, and you've got a whole look. Besides one more top stolen from my mom is one less that ends up in a landfill. It's a win, win situation.

Until next time, 

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