Sometimes I do this thing where I buy stuff and then realize that I have no real right buying it b/c I'm either
A. not cool enough or
B. too old/"mature" to be wearing it.
I'd like to say that the frequency with which this happens is decreasing proportionately to my increase in age, but..
I can't.
Turns out: lack of sleep and various life stressors (i.e. never knowing when a rat might jump out at me) (not a joke) (happens at least once a day) are not conducive to practical purchases.
Enter, these:
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| dockies |
Not 100% sure what prompted this,
but probably somewhat responsive to the fact that I live in the heat of NYU nightlife.
Also:
heels are not contributory to sanity.
So, hours after my online purchase, I returned to my cave of a desk (tucked beneath a bunked bed teetering next to an exposed brick wall near a slit of a window that sits beneath another flanking brick wall and barely peers onto the chimney and smokestack next door // #luxury), scurried to Polyvore, and created these clothing collages to quell my quaking conscience.
Maroon Dr. Martens?
#Justified.
Ok, I love those boots and I love that you'll be stomping around NYC looking like a total badass! I had a few pairs but gave them away over the years, which I now regret. Had this idea that attorneys shouldn't be in Doc Martens, or like you mentioned that I was now too "mature" but you've inspired me to comb ebay for some good ones!
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