Would You Be Proud of Me?

My big sister is arriving via the train in just a week from tomorrow, and my annual butterflies are back in my stomach where they belong. Nice. I always wanted a big sister growing up, now that I have one, I couldn't love her any more if I tried. She is so talented, and so amazing - she is everything a big sister should be and anything I can do pales in comparison. But I so badly want her to be proud of me. So, every year before I see her I spend that last two or so weeks before she comes running around like a chicken with it's head cut off trying to make sure everything is "perfect." When will I learn to accept that my best is good enough?{blouse/thrifted ~ skirt/thrifted ~ vest/thrifted ~ sandals/LuLu*s ~ bracelet/Charlotte Russe ~ sunglasses/ModCloth}

I realized only after taking these pictures that I wore that same blouse + vest in my last post. I'm a little disappointed, since I usually try to avoid that kind of thing, but I didn't have much time to get dressed, so this is what you get. On the plus side these are my new sandals (yes! I finally found a good pair!) which I got for just $17 including shipping. Woohoo! I love them. They are adorable and super comfy - which is always a good thing. You can't see it it in these pictures, but they have this adorable little ruffle on the back. I'll have to get a shot of it next time I wear them.

Oh! And don't forget to enter my giveaway! I'll be drawing the winner next Monday!