This concoction actually started out normally....
That is, if your version of normal is a monochromatic blouse-sweater combo and a gargantuan pair of freak frames.
Anyhow, I was off to an OK start - really, I was - but then the sudden urge to fill the newly-formed puffer vest-sized hole in my heart struck with an ugly vengeance.
I know. The attempt was futile. But a dwindling bank account coupled with my inability to commit to what is sure to be a frivolous investment stopped me from relishing in the real object of my affection.
In fact, this newfound inkling of self-restraint has astounded me as of late. Lately, I've just found it difficult to justify any investments beyond those bound for my feet.
My name is Gabrielle, and I am a boot hoarder.
I've officially snapped...
|boots: Etienne Aigner, pants: Paige, sweater: Cynthia Rowley, blouse: American Apparel, vests: thrifted, belt: J.Crew|
In the very best of ways.