I want to be you.

Oh man. 

It's moments like these that I realize the full extent of my obsessive personality.

Because I'm pretty sure I'm in love.

...

With Sara Bareilles.

Anyone who can sing a whole song alone on stage in front of hundreds of people - no instruments - dead silence - completely acappella - ...

Well, it's safe to assume my nonexistent manifold male suitors have a lot to live up to.

It's like she's looking right at me. 

...That's not weird, right?

But this is a fashion blog. So let's take a moment to observe the cuteness that is her teal lace dress...

....and cute little boots...

 I'd tell you where everything was from, 

but someone didn't reply to my 100th desperate one very professional tweet inquiring as to the origins of her ensemble. 

It's ok, though. 'Cause honestly, I don't really care.

I mean, it's not a big deal. She's super busy. I totally understand.

Seriously. I'm fine.

And I may or may not have had difficulty seeing her outfit through my tears, anyway. 

Just kidding. That'd be stupid. Who cries at a concert?

Cheers. 

PS: I do.

PSS: I LOVE YOU SARA!!!

PSSS:  Fairly certain that this is the dress. Similar styles here & here.
          Boots here.