Okay, so yesterday I made this big deal about how this preppy and/or girliness was going to end today. I lied, evidently. Not only am I not getting more rock and roll, but I am wearing ruffles, polka dots, puff sleeves, and knee socks. I guess I’m just a little stressed about this whole “it could be cancer but probably isn’t thing” (like 95% sure it isn’t, so no alarm) so I’m retreating into a softer look. That and it’s really easy to put together. Skirt + blouse = I don’t have to think.
I like how this looks, but it doesn’t really feel like me. I feel like I’m playing dress up, while at the same time this is what I’m naturally gravitating towards. I wore this to the doctor and then to class. I always cry when I get my blood taken because I am a total pussy, and I always get the surliest nurse that could give a good god damn whether or not I’m hyper ventilating. I guess they have to be that way.
Anyway, if I keep dressing like this I’m going to have to revamp my personality to match because right now my packaging is incredibly deceiving.
More photos (including my cat spying on me) at Le Snowshoe Rabbit
I am wearing a Marc Jacobs blouse, H&M fedora, anonymous socks from my drawer, and the rest is thrifted (skirt, belt, shoes, glasses).