Good Thing Gone Bad

Have you ever done something remotely artistic and you're doing your thing all in the zone and you get to a point where you're like, "Yeah, this isn't so painful to look at". And then, you reach a choice: to add on or to not add on that extra squiggle, paint stoke or stitch. Ultimately, you do it. Followed by almost instant regret. There are no loop holes, neither do overs; you are, in fact, screwed.

Take that analogy and then apply it to my characteristically dysfunctional habits of dressing every morning for the past 16 years and 7 months. And then take that analogy and more directly apply it to the manifestation of this outfit here below.

I'm aware. I probably took it 6 steps too far, but what's done is done. Spare me though, and together let's pretend that I don't look too like to a hipster try-hard.

Because the unconventionality of already wearing a neon orange jumpsuit just isn't enough on it's own, we add flannel to the equation. Dingy plaids always work best in the balancing act of "toning down" the outstretched traffic cone my body has come to resmeble. And because we can't just stop there and call me crazy as is...

 Insert fisherman's sweater!

 Target jumpsuit, Converse plaid shirt, Vintage Sweater 

and Steve Madden sandals

Chunky heels and a brace faced smile are recommended but not required. But, because I'm barely 5'6 and except for the first 3 letters of our names Karlie Kloss and I share few similarities, I strongly suggest some type of platform heel that won't make it seem as if your are drowning in your own jumpsuit. Leg elongation is never a bad thing.

So tell me, on a scale of 1 to 10, how bad was it?