You guys, when I walked into work yesterday, my co-worker said, “Well, HELLOOO, 1968!” I’m aware. I get it. This outfit is bright. My co-worker was / is correct. But so what? I’m bright. I’m fun. I love pink. I love glitter. I love this blouse. I love things that sparkle.
Now, where are my lava lamps and Beatles LPs?