Stop me if you've heard this one...

{top: gap  |  skirt: UO  |  sandals: blowfish (similar) |  watch: sprout}

So, a French man, a French woman, a Russian, and a Swiss guy walk into an Indian restaurant...

with their token local American {me}.

The least I could do was wear an ethnic ikat printed skirt and try to remind them of my German roots by sporting milkmaid braids - all in the hopes it'd give me enough foreign flair to be worthy of dining with such an internationally eclectic group of people I'm happy to call my friends.

I'm linking up today.