I promise. I really did.
A vintage Paul Mitchell tee, a gold chunky necklace, some impractically high heels - It was all there; the makings of a worthy fashion post.
Then, about two seconds prior to leaving my apartment, I felt this profound sense of unease.
Wouldn't I feel much better, I thought, in a gross tee-shirt, flats and the softest sweater ever?
Yes, my friends. Yes I would.
And even though the resulting product hardly deserved a second glance - much less an entire blog post - I decided that I'd follow through.
|jeans: Citizens of Humanity (& my dream pants), shoes: Author (very similar), sweater: Banana Republic, hat: H&M, rings: Target, sunglasses: vintage Ray Ban (very similar)|
I am, after all, who I am. And if who I am happens to prefer a grimy old sleeveless sports tee (a remnant of some unknown prior apartment inhabitant, what's more) to a chic vintage (but still sufficiently grimy) top, then so be it.
At least Popeye would be proud.