Living in San Francisco is making me feel like I can wear whatever I want with impunity. It's bad folks. It's like that 8th grade all over again. Remember? Remember that? When I used to wear vibrantly patterned tights under cut-off jorts with a bright blue fake hair piece attached to my ponytail? Once Popular Caroline actually raised her hand and asked our Civics teacher "If we aren't allowed to wear spaghetti strap shirts because they are distracting, then why does she get to wear that?!" Touche Caroline, touche. But bless my civics teacher's heart because he got right on it and told her (without being rude) that she was completely in the wrong and to STFU. Anyway, that sense of style is coming back. That oh-my-god-I-want-to-be-trendy-but-in-a-flamboyantly-unique-way sense of style. These are two outfits I spent exorbitant amounts of money on (thanks Mill Valley parents for funding my shopping spree today, I will continue watching your kids), and I am fully aware that they are a little ridiculous (as are my bangs). But I love it all.
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| That's a mans sweater. But the skirt is little, so I figure it balances out, right? |
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| Come ON. I needed a little dress. |
Also I wear that oversized ugly Walmart sweater from the Christmas cards all the time. It's a problem people.
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| I'm wearing it ironically? |
