Don't worry. Despite what it looks like, I'm not actually holding-up this shed. It didn't come crashing down the minute I moved away. That's just what our shed looks like. It could use a little TLC. Then again, it makes a good artsy-fartsy backdrop for pictures, so maybe not.
Speaking of things that are old and decrepit, here is one of my favorite peplum tops. You may even remember it from here. And while it's not particularly decrepit, Lordy if you want to feel old and you have a blog just go back five years and revisit your favorite peplum top on your five years-ago self. Who the hell pushed the "hyperdrive" button on the ageing process!? In fact, everything you see in this post is old. Including the human, as it turns out. Weird. I always forget that I'm getting older. I know that's a weird thing to say, but every day I wake up feeling pretty good, pretty much like the day before, so every once in a while when I catch a glimpse of my rapidly greying hair in a window or some body part starts responding differently to a workout or whatever the "thing" might be, it surprises me. Every time. It shouldn't, considering what I do for a living, but it does. Apparently in my mind I live in a state of suspended animation.
Thankfully, this peplum top from H&M is a good deal more well-preserved than I. When I was putting this look together, I was worried that it might be too "five years ago", but when I put all the pieces together I was reminded why I love and kept all of them. Peplum is flattering on just about everyone, and it's hyper-girly style lends itself well to mixing it with something more distressed.
The shoes were an impulse purchase on the internet several years ago that turned out to be one of the best investment pieces in my wardrobe. The earrings are available in my Etsy shop (perhaps the only thing in this post that is not a few years old), and my jeans also had a run on the blog way back when, also five years ago. They've moved on a bit, as you can see.
Oh God. I'm starting to rehash old outfit posts and wallow in the past. This is it, isn't it? This is how it starts. Someone get me one of those sit-to-stand reclining chairs and turn on The Lawrence Welk Show.