So, this week a young and avid reader of our blog, pointed out (ironically) how much he loved my previous post, in particular how much I analyzed my week in clothing. I will leave you to check on the previous week's blog post to determine where the irony lies.
This is my week in clothes.
Dedicated to the young reader afore mentioned.
Söndag:
This was after the day I talked to Morgan about the way our styles developed and what was going on with what we wore. Morgan pointed out rather wittingly that my style had something of the Overgrown, Refined Schoolgirl/boy persuasion. I am not sure how I did not notice this. I was quite pleased with this and made (and will make) an effort to dress this way.
Onsdäg:
Dressing up for the visual pleasure of my readers. Note, accordion pleats and red beret. I am getting my French Schoolgirl on. Kinky.
Törsdag:
Herp.derp. The lighting is awful and my face is lacking. I could not be bothered taking another photo. Ignore both and move on.
The collar I am wearing is not connected to a shirt. I cut it off some other shirt. I have it secured in place with a pin of Gauguin's self portrait. He is my first love, he taught me - never to be afraid of criticising an artist and calling the artist on egosim and general pretension.
Fredag:
I love what I am wearing today from this angle. From any other, it is quite the most unflattering outfit. This outfit is on par with track pants comfort without looking like it. I have a flower in my hair today, as well as on Tuesday. (I am still wearing my hair like this. Continue to congratulate me on spunk)
DEAR WORLD,
IT'S NOT THAT HARD TO ROLL OUT OF YOUR TRACK PANTS AND UGGS. SINCERELY,
ME.
That was exhausting.
Until next week for further expostulations about style and track pants,
A.
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