Long flowy skirts never fail to give me massive bohemian vibes. That being said, I’m not that much of a full-on of bohemian fan as far as my own clothes go, so I decided to throw on a trusty pair of chucks and a t-shirt that took far too long to tie in the front (I literally spent 10 minutes trying figure out how to do it). I like to keep things cool and breezy. 🙂
I think my mom’s under the impression that I plan to rob a bakery or something today. I get the feeling it’s the hat that did it in for me, but I can’t help it. It’s cold in my house, this outfit is warm, and this is the closest I can ever get to “bumming”. Unfortunately, the result is me looking like I’m going through a “grunge” phase. Luckily, I already went through that and no longer feel the need to dress the part just to prove that I’m “more edgy and cultured than thou”. It’s more fun to dress like myself while blasting Lithium and Symphony Hall from my radio-Sirius Satellite Radio FTW!!!
Oh, yeah! And for all you Americans out there, Happy Columbus Day! …even if I don’t exactly understand what we’re celebrating…
I always find myself looking a little stunned in all of my pictures, kind of like a deer caught in headlights. I think it might be my signature, which could prove to be a bit of a problem when I have to take school photos. Just imagine my yearbook photo…yeah, that’s attractive. Unfortunately, the writing stops here for the most part, seeing as I just spent nearly an hour on an essay on what could have possibly been the most cryptic book on human mythology (which included a lot of stories about self cannibalistic bears and eels that turned into coconut trees). Until next time, feel free to enjoy the loveliness of my favorite sweater, black and white outfits, and my nails that were inspired by this wonderful post from Behind The Sequins.
I think I have a problem. Said problem is purple, a mini skirt, and wishes it were made out of actual corduroy fabric. Yes, it’s a “cute” skirt (in theory) and looks great with hot pink socks and a pair of Chucks, but something about it just rubs me the wrong way. It’s like that person you meet who is perfectly nice to you, yet you just can’t bring yourself to actually want to befriend them. Of course, pretty much everybody’s had this experience, so there’s nothing really wrong with my issue. Well, nothing other than my uttermost refusal to actually part ways with my skirt. Alas, it’s an itch that I just can’t scratch. On the bright side, though, it’s an itch that styles well.