Even when I’m not blogging, I am almost certainly wearing clothes.
Last photo of the fauxhawk before it stopped looking like a fauxhawk… plus an awkward petticoat reveal.
Deep greens and blues are the colors I choose… plus a scorpion brooch for good measure.
How short is too short? Sometimes, you don’t know until you’re out in public. To be fair, it IS labelled as a tennis skirt, and tennis skirts are practically designed for panty-flashing. Lesson learned.
However! I’ve been deeply ashamed of my legs since the moment I reached puberty and was instantly christened “thunder thighs”, so revealing them felt strangely liberating. While I found the skirt was too short for practicality, I did NOT feel [terribly] ashamed of the shape of my legs. That’s big progress.
Brights and darks. Boy, I’ve gotten my money’s worth out of those muted teal/dark turquoise/how-the-hell-should-I-know colored boots. (Payless, 2009.) Here I am, braving another short, thrifted skirt:
Sorry, I lost my head. I wore this for a dinner date with Mr. Jaunty, and felt greatly overdressed. This is a very, very laid back town. Also, this dress felt scandalously short, despite being longer than the two skirts above. Tights make a big psychological difference.
NOTE TO SELF: Remember to win the lottery and buy fancy camera. Also, don’t wait until past midnight to take outfit photos. Haven’t we had this talk?
NOTE TO READERS: Not feeling moved to catalog half my closet, I’m skipping outfit sources for tonight. If you have questions about a particular garment or would like to see it in a less lousy photo, I’m happy to oblige.