This top is so perfect that I fold it every time I take it off instead of just throwing it on my floor. I think that may actually be the perfect gauge for how much you actually love a piece of clothing – that, or I’m just lazy and a grommet & should take better care of things. Anyways ,my love for this top – a top so simple and versatile that I really shouldn’t have any stronger feelings for it than lukewarm- reminds me of those horrible women’s magazine articles on “Wardrobe Staples” for “Every Woman”. Like, I’m two seconds away from telling you to buy one in EVERY COLOUR and showing you how you can ‘pair’ it with skirts AND pants AND EVEN OTHER THINGS. I’m about to throw the words “classic” and “sophisticated” in there. I’m happy I was able to reign it in and just stop at versatile.
More importantly than the fact that it goes with everything (because no shit, it’s a black singlet) is the fact that it creates the perfect backdrop for my hair. That’s legitimately something I factor into my clothing colour choices. I wish I was kidding. The shorts are my little sister’s and are kind of high-waisted and kind of not-short and kind of baggy, which is almost too many “kind of’s'”for any piece of clothing, but- sometimes a girl wants to keep all of her ass in her pants. Not often, but it does happen.
And if you factor in the fact that I get to pretend that unattractive pictures like the one above are old school album covers for some sort of underground teenage whiny-rock band, you can see how I’m obnoxiously excited about a top that cost me $1. Actually $1, on sale in a thrift shop. See also; boobs. I may look like a drowned rat in the above photo squinting into the harsh sunlight that was yesterday – but a turtleneck singlet gives Streetfighter-girl boobs like nothing else. Nothing else except wearing a bikini and actually having proportionally massive boobs. BUT WE WILL MAKE DO WITH WHAT WE HAVE;
& what we have is a gratuitous hair and cross shot. This necklace was on the whole day but I didn’t remember to take it out from under the turtleneck until I’d already taken those other photos. It was given to me by a very special someone to protect me. Style wise – it happens to add something very nostalgic to the whole look. Moving on from the ‘look’, though – check out my dollar store sombreros hanging on my wall. I never wear hats, but they’re literally displayed all around my room. Its a thing that bothers me.
A sketch of myself with my signature scythe hands. Mostly because I can’t draw hands, but they’ve grown on me. I also got lazy with the shoes because I’ve already drawn these shoes and it was annoying.
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