After Noah’s karate class, it was a race back home. Tryna squeeze in a photoshoot with two kids and limited daylight after Mat gets home from work ain’t no walk in the park. It’s sweaty stuff. Shooting posts isn’t as painless as it—sort of—once was, which is why they aren’t as frequent for me now-a-days. But, I was glad I got to fit one into today’s schedule (even with a bouncy 4-year-old and fussy baby).
P.S. How sick is this jacket? Vintage, baby! Ballet slippers are legit (not really, they’re from Zara).
Jacket: Vintage / Skirt: Thrift Find / Flats: Zara