...In retrospect, it's probably a bad idea to name your outfit photos "fornication1.JPG" - "fornication5.JPG", but I'm dividing my attention between
The King's Speech and my textbook right now, and I think I rather like Colin Firth.
Anyway, here's something I wore weeks and weeks ago. I didn't like it very much, but I think that might be because all the fashion editorials I've been looking at lately have me feeling very anti-mini and pro-midi.
I am so ready to say goodbye to upper thigh exposure.


Wow, I look kind of awkward. What am I doing with my hand? Why do I have no facial expression? Where is love?
Disastrous hair: bobby pins + lack of a plan. Cotton longsleeve: Target. Green slip: FCUK. Leggings: secondhand, gift from Christine. Boots: Steven by Steve Madden. Ring: estate sale.
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