Tiger

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You know, I was really excited to wear this outfit and thought it was going to be so¬†rad (TIGER PRINT!), but, as soon as I saw the pictures… ehhhhh. I think what’s bothering me is that it’s a much shorter dress than I would normally wear (I am scandalized by the appearance of my own knees!), and the white jacket just looks a lot boxier than it did in the mirror (oh, those filthy, lying mirrors!) Also, It looks like I’m flexing my big toes. I should probably paint those suckers, too.

I was really hoping I’d be better at this by now. ūüė¶

But, hey, I’ve managed four straight weeks of outfit posts! That’s gotta be a new record for me!

[Wearing: Julie Brown dress, Eliza J jacket, Taryn Rose sandals, Hobo wristlet.]

So I Guess I Own a Vest

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If there’s one thing I never thought I’d be, it’s a person who owns a vest. Growing up in the Texas panhandle, vests had fairly specific and unironic use cases: working at a hardware store, going to the rodeo, being a mom at Xmas. So, naturally, as I’m not particularly inclined toward any of these activities, I find¬†myself genuinely surprised to be now in possession of a vest. Who am I? What have I become?¬†And, what exactly do I do with this¬†vest?

Today, I endeavored to answer¬†all of these questions, but the first one turned out to be¬†really hard and the second one kinda depended on answering the first. So,¬†I settled on answering just this¬†last question¬†by attempting three separate outfits using my vest. “My vest.” What¬†a strange and alien phrase. I’m glad I’m only typing it. I doubt I could speak it aloud.

Anywho, since I’m only a beginner at this whole wearing-of-vests thing, I elected to simplify the effort¬†further by wearing the same boots with each outfit. And the same hair. And the same makeup. And no accessories. So… yeah, I kinda only¬†switched out the dress each time. That still counts, right? C’mon, I’m¬†learning.

How’d I do?

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