Sometimes, I get really lazy.
So lazy, in fact, that I lose some of my nearly never-ending drive to be weird.
Yes, it's true.
I settle for normalcy.
But wait! Before you all go running off to more peculiar pastures, let me explain.
I've avoided this temptation for tameness by routinely
paying $4 at Goodwill for investing in sufficiently strange items. This way, I can dress normally (definition applied very lightly), and then simply rely upon one little-bit-off number to take me over the top.
True - it may be more wallet-friendly to spend my money on tailored trousers, "perfect tees", or universally appropriate pumps - but when has prudence ever prompted me to do anything?
This particular oversized-likely-found-on-a-dead-grandfather-houndstooth-blazer was the ideal piece to top off (or "ruin", according to my loving sisters) my almost socially acceptable outfit.
So? Did I redeem myself? Or should I have weirded it up to the next level?