My Obsession With Famous Amos.

I don't know if Famous Amos (the restaurant) is unique unto Jacksonville, so let me tell you that they serve very Cracker Barrel-ish food. And this is not the Famous Amos I am obsessed with. 

The Famous Amos I am referring to is the name of the cookie brand. You may have had a bag of them before...in your lunch. When you were 6 years old. 

Someone at work keeps supplying me with a bag of these small chocolate chip delights every single afternoon.

And I am in the middle of mid-terms.

So to say I have had time to run so that I can burn off these fabulous cookies is something to laugh at. 

This afternoon  I clicked through my fashion blogs for an update on what to wear (for studying? why do I care) and I saw this:

 And as I scowled, I popped another cookie in my mouth. 

The guilt of denying my body the exercise it so needs creeped on in.

Then I scrolled further to find this lady in all her glory. 

And now  I know that it is completely kosher to wear men's pajamas out in public. That's something my thighs would be comfortable in! 

Thank you, you fashionista of Milan, for making my calorie infested obsession o.k. Sigh of relief :)

Pictures via Sartorialist