But, then again, I'm not bitter. And the cold does have its upsides.
Do understand, I use 'upside' in very loose and subjective terms, by which I suggest modest strangulation by 4 lb, ivory, crocheted scarf has potential to be a-okay with your peers and aquatints in these circumstances. When else can you look suicidal chic with a fisherman ribbed blanket-shawl-scarf intensely wrapped around your upper extremities like a hip little neck brace? Not on the 4th of July, that's for sure.
However, there must be a balance. Like I said earlier, I'm not the submissive type. I have a voice, I use it to swear profusely, defy, and occasionally project positive messages to our youth. By this I mean, if you're going to wear a no-joke kind of scarf like this, balance it out with denim purposely split at key features of your lower limbs: knee caps, upper thigh and ankles. Go ahead, let your ashen knees and crusty cankles breeze in the chilly draft of that -23 degree wind chill. Or maybe wear a leather mini skirt just for giggles and pair it pale pink heels that will inevitably meet their ruin in death by sidewalk salt despite the preceding earnest prayer to elude the heartbreak of a timely Zara sale gone to waste. Really, it's a shame.
And so I did just that. To da' left: Lucky sweater, Vintage jacket, Target DIY jeans, Cole Haan loafers and ze scarf. Right: Gap denim jacket and striped sweater, Forever 21 skirt and Zara heels plus ze scarf and an unsightly brace face.
Also a coat is optional, but not advised. A scarf alone should suffice. Tell me, do you happen to have your own "le scarf"or maybe "tres scarf"???
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