So yesterday afternoon I finally went to go see Black Swan with Girl Roomie and her friend. And I was totally creeped out because I am such a wimpo, but that's another story. And upon leaving the theatre, I thought to myself, "Tomorrow, I am totally doing a ballerina-inspired outfit. Totally."
And then yesterday evening I went and saw Justin Townes Earle play at a bar. And I was completely stunned and fell in love with him and now I want to marry him, cocaine habit and all, and have lots of insane blue-eyed children who sing. (It's okay, Boyf is on board with this plan.) And I left the bar thinking, "Tomorrow, I am totally doing a Justin Townes Earle-inspired outfit. Totally."
And then this morning, while Girl Roomie and I P90X yoga-ed our little hearts out, Boyf went out on a coffee run and came back saying, "Holy hell. It's like a jillion degrees below zero out there today." And upon taking a shower and staring at my closet I thought to myself, "Okay, so I have to wear something warm today. Totally."
Somehow, those three factors contributed to me wearing tall socks and lace tights. Go figure.
PS- The second-to-last picture is what I look like at my most awkward. The last picture is what I look like when I find my Best Russian Short Stories copy under the couch and start dancing with it. You're welcome.