The weather is changing or has changed depending on the publishing date, mother nature seems to me in a current state of limbo, in which we are subject to her neurotic being as ice resides on the ground stylized by the presence of a 50 degree sunny skies. I'd ask her to make up her mind but, in a more civil and personal response I choose to take my anger out on you in which case the imitation of her seemingly proverbial emotional roller coaster is emulated in an #ootd. What may seem as childish explanation of the unconventional structure of my wears is a realistic reaction to a lacking financial ability to invest in therapy...
Getting to the good stuff, the "why's" with a semi-tangible explanation provided:
1. A cable knit neon orange turtleneck sweater via Gap: to express my inner crossing guard, Mini Wheat Cereal always provided this become a reality but proved a failure of my elementary years.
2. Old Navy plaid: Obvi, lumberjack revival.
3.DIY ripped jeans: self-explanitory (i.e."Torn")
4. Sorel boots: they single-highhandedly retain memory of my youth in which snow was a viable noun of which could be juxtaposed next to "fun" in a subordinate clause.
5.Calvin Klein trench: bucuz...
6.Red lip:brought to you by the cliche that is my inner beauty (to be dissected at a later date)
There are obviously like 10 million things going on in this outfit- or at least 7- as there are in my head as you can easily infer by the variety of insanity harbored by the content. The real question,besides how many colons I can use in one post, isssssssss: Are We There Yet? (as in your state of confusion).
I should probs stop.
Feeling/looking like I belong in a Land's End advertisement, both of which realities I am totally okay with emoting.
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