Confidant:

...Loafer Edition!

So you know how I was whining and bitching and pleading for a pair of monochrome loafers? Well, while that aspiration was never wholly fulfilled, I stumbled upon a Cole Haan outlet–of which I was not aware was even a plausible host if bargain shoppery–and realized that dreams do come true.

Day One

Look at me wearing cropped burgundy sweaters with clever references to literary masterpieces like it's Fall or something. You can't say you aren't at least proud of me for finally catching not just a drift, but the drift. I personally feel that I look like a poster child for Autumn and thereby sense a monetary reward is in transit to my mailing address [ insert raised eyebrow and extended hand].

Originally, I felt this outfit was lacking heavily on the "shock and awe" or unconventional factor that I typically choose to purvey. I'm aware that such adjectives are kindly ambitious and overstated as I'm really only wearing a sweater and some ripped jeans; but then, like magic, I rediscovered my passion for those super-sale Valentino inspired, so-ugly-it's-pretty Zara heels, put them on, and thought, "Hey I look cool now".

 In a moment of disillusioned zeal, I wore the entire outfit, heels in tow, to school. It may or may not have been one of the best and worst decisions of my life seeing as how I now have permanent Arthritis in both pinky toes, but then again I appreciate the beauty of trial, error and imminent failure, at work.

In Continuance

So we've established that I have an issue. No worries, psych ward admittance is pending and location is likely ensuing my transportation to a perpetually accommodating climate ( i.e. Sudamerica) to better suit my mini skirt fetish.

Denim Dis-ease

Though I apologize for not providing personal photos of the rhetoric to follow, I encourage you to use your imagination. 

Thank you.

Last week I wore white jeans. I know, I know, shoot me: it's way after Labor day, they had holes in them, it's not Spring for another 6 to 7 months, it's cold outside. No, go ahead, do it. I probably deserve it. Yet the thrill of being such a badarse in the sublime positioning of said denim with any variable layering of blouses, sweaters, tartan pieces– yes Drake, I'm fancy now– was borderline exhilarating and very much terrifying in one foul swoop.