these baggy trousers were hidden in the depths of my overflowing closet. they’re reconstructed from last year’s charlie chaplin costume. i used to reserve dressing up like a boy only for special occasions like halloween, until discovering that menswear can deliver just as much as your favorite little black dress. they’re timeless, versatile, and impeccably tailored pieces. making them an easy go-to when your boyfriend decides to surprise you at the last minute by taking you to a crowded street festival for hotdogs, beer by the keg, and a crapload of dancing, yay! (we are romantics, i know ;D)
with all the walking and ankle socks (to ward off blisters) i figure i would have broken in my patent penny loafers, but it turns out they are still the most uncomfortable shoes i own. which is a shame ‘cause they are so dang cute! luckily there was enough alcohol in my system to numb the pain when i should have been limping. it seems like every other entry, i am talking about a night of wine, or beer, or some fancy schmancy cocktail. you don’t need to schedule an intervention, for real! i just like the feeling of not being in control all the time. and happy drinks help me get there.
