Daydreaming

Here's a convo I had with my brain a few days ago.

Brain:
So you are telling me the day after you marry your super-handsome best friend and have a huge party where you are the ultimate princess for a day, you get to go on a dream vacation to Spain with said best friend?!?!

Me:
Correctamente *

Brain:
I'm sorry that is giving me an unacceptable amount of squealishly giddy overload. You must not think about it anymore. Otherwise, I will explode with elation.

Me:
Too bad.... Let's start planning outfits!

Sigh. The Honeymoon is probably the greatest invention of all time.

So last night I wasted valuable invite adressing time by dreaming up a little ensemble for a late-night tapas crawl (with Penny Cruz, of course).

Madrid by mllepeanut featuring La Perla intimates

The shoes I already own.

Sadly though, I don't think the Phillip Lim dress is in my future... nor the La Perlas... or anything else really. Unless Forever 21 has some good knockoffs.

Also, if any delicate sensibilities are offended by my imagined underoos, I'm sorry.**

* I am practicing my Spanish.

**But. It's my honeymoon. The panties are important.