Olive Juice

After we got back from Chicago, I had one more day to spend with my lovely parents back home in Indianapolis. My mom isn’t a big fan of shopping (clearly that quality is not hereditary), so she likes to save up her shopping energy for when she’s with me. We spent a few hours on Monday at the mall and both had success! It’s funny – we usually like to shop at the same stores like Nordstrom and Ann Taylor, but we are drawn to different things. But our biggest difference is our tastes in shoes. To me, these shoes are cute and relatively comfortable. To my mom, they’re medieval torture devices. To each her own, I suppose. For the record, I...