Pimpery

Every few months my mom goes through this whole kind of cleansing shit of a more materialistic standard. She may or may or may not be categorized as a recovering shopomaniac (shopaholic is so mainstream) but I accept it because in effect her closet is my closet which makes it all okay. In an effort to make up for this sad yet beneficial fact, a hefty donation or resale venture will be in place, in which case a quick all expense paid shopping spree through the guest bedroom that is her closet maintains necessary.

This truth has allowed for the existence of this quite frankly awesome wine colored coat to remain relevant within our household. I feel as if I have saved a poor animal from its demise by euthinzation, a graphic image,yet,a perquisite to furthering my purpose. It was this poor article of clothing that was simply on the verge of a similar ending of which I saved from parish upon the virtues of my own heroic being. Brave, yes I known, to salvage such a coat that could only ensure the viscous remarks of my peers commenting on the baller-shot-caller nature of the aforementioned. To which I dutifully reply on the basics preached by Fat Amy, "I rather just just call myself a wannabe-gonnabe-pimp so there's little need for you snitches to say it behind my back" a very rough interpretation of her exact dialogue but if you happen to be a teenage to lonely adult female with little depth upon the matter of acting/singing/talent, you get the reference."What Now?!"most likely proceeded with a finger snap, head wave and off-putting yet defiant exit.

H&M denim dress, yes dress, hat designed by my padre, Coaco coat and Superga(z)

The coat and I may have a weird, sort of irregular, or dare I say unlikely companionship but we sort of get each other. It's like that person on your block that owns a really screwy looking dog with like an underbite and patchy hair thats like super ugly and your like "why do they even keep that thing its hideous" but its like they love it even though its really gross and creepy, ya know? Well its like the same thing but not really...