forestlass1
Ugh, post office.
I hate the post office. When I go to pick up mail, I have to go upstairs to the room where they sort all the mail. The room is lined with cubby-holes for sorting and there's mail and packages EVERYWHERE. Only men work up there and they all turn around and stare at me when I walk in and ask for my dad's friend who keeps an out for our mail. But at least mail gets to me now. I think it used to get lost in the abyss that is that room...
top- mango a long while ago
sweater-remix'd. It only has one button left...
jeans- thrift
sandals, remix'd
necklace- thequeensdowry.etsy.com
Ugh, post office.
I hate the post office. When I go to pick up mail, I have to go upstairs to the room where they sort all the mail. The room is lined with cubby-holes for sorting and there's mail and packages EVERYWHERE. Only men work up there and they all turn around and stare at me when I walk in and ask for my dad's friend who keeps an out for our mail. But at least mail gets to me now. I think it used to get lost in the abyss that is that room...
top- mango a long while ago
sweater-remix'd. It only has one button left...
jeans- thrift
sandals, remix'd
necklace- thequeensdowry.etsy.com