This past week I had one of those What the Hell am I wearing? days.
Observe.
Pink/brown striped tacky/lovely monstrosity: gift. Pink longsleeve: United Colors of Benetton. Skinny brown corduroys: delia's. Socks: New York and Company, gift.
I suppose this wasn't such a bad idea, because I think the colors were supposed to revolve around my authentic 90s scrunchie, from when I was just a wee lass:
But it turned into a bad idea when I added my bad-ass (oops I swore) Fafi for Adidas high-tops:
Because the contrast between the skinnies (which are way too dark to be brown) and the shoes (pale yellow) was too much. I sat on my feet all day to hide the horror (Mistah Kurtz - he dead).
So the moral of the story is, kids, always pick your outfit the night before, because after three hours of sleep, anything looks good.
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