Back in November, Ian said this outfit reminded him of Gambit. Yes, the X-Man.
Â I here admit that I didn’t pop that collar until after the Gambit remark. Observe that my hair does not grow longer, only taller.
Today’s outfit, similarly captured with crummy indoor lighting and bleached to no end:
Sheila‘s been winterizing her summer dresses all week, which inspired me to give it a stab. You’ve seen this dress, but might not see it again; it’s lived a long life for a cheaply made dress, and can’t hold on much longer.
As it’s past midnight, let’s skip wardrobe details. Most of what I wear is thrifted and not currently on the market, though you might find Derek Cardigan glasses online. Also, behold the aforementioned stank face sweater; the floppy neckline was annoying, so I sewed it down.
And there you have it; digital evidence that I am still alive and have dressed myself at least twice in the past three weeks. May I fall asleep now?