A QUICK ONE WHILE HE’S AWAY

As I wind up to move, I thought I’d squeeze in one more update because it may be a while before I’m organized or motivated enough to do it again. I have a lot of packing, moving, unpacking, building, organizing, decorating and adjusting to do. Probably a lot of chain smoking, aggressive music listening and exhausted drinking too. I am actually, legitimately sorry that all I make time for is outfit posts lately. On one hand, it’s shallow and boring, on the other hand it’s easy and self-indulgent. The latter being two descriptions I’m entirely comfortable with.

This is something I just threw on to go to IKEA for the umpteenth time in the past few weeks. It won’t be the last, either. This is kind of how I dress most of the time, I guess? I put more effort into my makeup than I do with my outfits most of the time. Sort of residual tom boy status, I guess. Yesterday I got a pretty creepy-ass anonymous comment on one of my posts about black tights (I’m fairly certain my standard reading demographic doesn’t use words like “classic” and “elegant” unless in jest, and I’ve had an inundation of fetishists perving up my flickr account [PANTYDUDE20, I’M LOOKING AT YOU]), but I’d already forgotten about it by the time I got Andrew to take the photos. So black-tights pervert, if you’re reading this, FUCK YOU. My self-indulgent outfit photos are not your porn. And I’m neither “elegant” or “classic”, and I like it that way.

Sunnies: SUPER
Jacket: H&M
T-shirt: Splendid
Bag: INSIGHT
Skirt: American Apparel
Tights: Calvin Klein
Shoes: F-Troupe 

I wear these shoes almost everyday, and I think they’re nearly ready to give up the ghost (leather soles, Vancouver, irresponsibility etc.). I’ll be real sad if they do because I don’t think they’re manufactured anymore. 

Anyway, see you again when I’m less of a frazzled nightmare!