Oh hey, Grandpa.

Sometimes, I get really lazy. 

 So lazy, in fact, that I lose some of my nearly never-ending drive to be weird. 

WHAT?!?!

Yes, it's true. 

Sometimes...

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. 

blazer: vintage (similar), shirt & pants: UO, necklace: H&M, boots: Lucky Brand

So? Did I redeem myself? Or should I have weirded it up to the next level? 

Do tell.

Cheers. 


PS: I'm jetsetting (regular-planeing) off to NYC tomorrow for some exciting stuff. Stay tuned to Instagram (@looksharpsconnie) or Twitter (@looksharpWI) if you want. I promise it'll be weird.