Monday, May 13, 2013
Fringe and Ink
______Something about a long black dress sorta makes me feel like an old lady, or maybe even something more unnerving, like a black widow spider. Well, 1/4 of a black widow spider, seeing as how I only possess two out of the eight required legs to be classified as such. Man, did I just use math in a real-life situation? I sure did. Gold star for me!
______Speaking of dressing like an old lady, twice today, I was referred to as "ma'am." Worse, it was by guys my age, or possibly even older. Ma'am? I scoff in their general direction. I have never been more insulted in my life. How dare those sassy turds call me such a thing! I am as young and fresh as a recently refrigerated ring of mystery flavored Jell-O. Not to be mistaken with the Jell-O that has those mushy, decorative specks in them, the ones their father company so confidently dubs, "sprinkles." I think they stopped putting the papery flecks in after realizing that no sane human being wanted to feel like they were slurping up gelatinized toilet water, but maybe some of you remember it before its inevitable discontinuation. If you've never had the honor of tasting it, you're not missing out, and I hate your guts.
______I have no idea where I was going with that. Was I arguing something?
______This is probably the most basic way this new princess dress of mine could have been styled. The warm and humid weather is beginning to seep its disgusting little way into the land of Alabama, and wearing black makes everything two times as hot, and so dressing it up just wasn't an option. Doing so would result in subsequently taking a trip to hell, and I'm not feeling hell this week. Maybe next week. I think hell is pretty jam-packed on Mondays anyway.
Heels: Jeffrey Campbell
Belt: Fossil, thrifted
Necklace: Forever 21
Earrings: from a tiny little handmade jewelry store in South Carolina