Valentines, schmalentines

Judging by the explosion of pink, rose motifs and pseudo-romantic paraphernalia at the gas station it apparently was Valentines day? Or yah know, it's just a regular sunday, possibly one where you're nursing a hangover at church! Jesus and wine will always be there for you, don't you forget that my fellow single guys and gals!

Shirt: Equipment Femme, Jeans: Cheap Monday, Lip: NARS, Pumps: Louboutin, Glasses: Dior, Glow: Anastasia BH, Scent: Flora by Gucci

Shirt: Equipment Femme, Jeans: Cheap Monday, Lip: NARS, Pumps: Louboutin, Glasses: Dior, Glow: Anastasia BH, Scent: Flora by Gucci

To protest this hallmark holiday I'm staying far away from anything that suggests I have date plans. I had a big night at my ride-or-die Danielle's birthday the night before so I legit just went to church with a minuscule hangover and Justin Bieber stuck in my head. I spent the rest of the day recovering and making (failed) chocolate lava cakes before braving the journey back into town (where I literally felt queasy when I saw so many bunches of flowers*) to have single galentines dinner. My favourite go-to 'ehhhhhhhdunnoooolowkeykilllllmeeee' outfit of white shirt, black jeans, black pumps paired with a statement lip and eye-bag deterrent sunglasses did the trick. 

Sorry (not)  I'm to Valentines day what the Grinch is for Christmas. 

*note to fellas, flowers in bunches are SOOOO pedestrian get her an arrangement in a box or a cute plant. Red roses with baby's tears wrapped in cellophane is a dump-able offence