{{Gingham Shirt: Old Navy (on MAJOR sale!) // {{Jeans: Old Navy // {{Shoes: TOMS // {{Necklace: Caroline G. Shop c/o // {{Watch: Michael Kors // {{Bag: Borrowed from Brooke

Photos by Brooke.

I don’t know what made me think of this, but randomly, I just remembered a story of this one time where I found a Chipotle by the smell.

It’s no secret how much I love Chipotle and their delicious burritos. This one time I even “mom’ed” my burrito.

That’s neither here nor there.

A few summers ago I was in Portland, Oregon for a comedy festival. I was craving, I mean CRAVING a burrito.

When you get that hunger pang for a Chipotle burrito, nothing will satisfy until you get your hands on one.

Well, someone said there wasn’t a Chipotle in Portland, but I knew they had to be wrong.

We had just gotten off the trolley / streetcar and the scent hit me like a ton of bricks.

A Chipotle was near.

I said, “YOU GUYS! THERE’S A CHIPOTLE NEARBY!” (Granted, this was before iPhone MAPS, y’all… okay, I couldn’t just LOOK for a Chipotle on my phone).

They said, “No way.”

I said, “Yes way. I smell it.”

So, I followed the scent. I followed the scent FIVE BLOCKS.

And, I turned a corner, and BAM. There she was. A Chipotle there on the corner. I felt like I heard angels singing and the Shekhinah glory was shining down upon it.

My friends were befuddled. How did I find a Chipotle just by using my nose?

I’m that good, y’all.

Or I’m that sad.

Now, that I think about it. That’s really just sad. The whole thing.

Oh well.

What does my story have to do with my outfit today?

Absolutely nothing.

Happy Wednesday!