What I’m wearing:
Guys, I went through an entire mess of pictures where I was too blurry and, in every single one that was semi-acceptable, I’m either smiling, laughing or giggling. I genuinely fail in all possible ways to be a real fashion blogger – from the eating (CHILI FOR BREAKFAST YAY!!!) to the smiling to the uncertain hair that just.won’t.do.anything.at.all.
This is inherently true if you just look at my outfit. Now, I’m not judging myself or anything, but it’s genuinely clear that I am a fan of the neutral palette. I don’t stray far from the skinny pant/oversized sweater combo. And, let’s be honest, this is the footwear I really do prefer to wear.
(Girl secret: it’s the footwear that every girl prefers to wear from a comfort standpoint. If she says otherwise, the girl’s a bold-faced liar.)
Maybe it’s the uncomfortable outfits that allow “real” fashion bloggers to pout appropriately. After all, if someone told me to put on a pair of leather shorts with sky-high hooker shoes, I’d go into sad mode without blinking. But this outfit? The most angry I’ll get is this (set up after the jump because of my inappropriateness):
That, my dear readers, is not the face of a serious girl. Not one iota.