What I actually wore.

I had a much cooler outfit planned. 

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. 

Cheers.