Mustard shirt? Gap
Sweater? Dex, thrifted
Belt? Roots, thrifted
Boots? Kenneth Cole, Winners
Jacket? Good hand-me down from a friend
And in addition to the mustard loving, my new floppy hat is pretty close to receiving carefully penned love letters as well! The hat does present a little bit of a dilemma though... I have to walk with my head lowered because if the brim catches the wind, it's gone. Under the mystery of the low set brim (I am pretty mysterious... I admit), I can only see 5 feet ahead of me.
Lately I have been digging you. You did to an outfit what you have been doing to sandwiches for years... Thank you for providing some much needed kick!
Nearly walking into a pole was embarrassing.
Not being able to stare at people was depressing.
My whole life I've been a stare-much. I love people watching... what are they wearing, eating, doing?... Some say nosy, I say aware. I used to cause my older brothers a lot of grief because I would always openly gape at people. I hadn't really learned the talent of glancing inconspicuously yet... I didn't want to be a shame to my family, so I would work hard to avoid prolonged looks but anytime some hair sprayed bangs and blue eyeshadow walked by, I would stare in amazement. Now that was real glamour! I couldn't wait to be a teenager.
Sadly, by the time I was 13 years old, blue eyeshadow and crunchy bangs were out... the new era of glamour was ushered in with happy face t-shirts and skater shoes. And I kept staring...