An outfit I hate, presented to you by me.
No really. I hate it. We took these photos right before work today and when I reviewed them, I was confronted by a special kind of horror. A bad outfit and no time to change. For some reason this all looked okay in the mirror, but it felt totally wrong. And, in my ever-processing brain, I have been pondering why I felt so so bad about myself and my clothes all day. This is what I've determined:
A) I am tired of wearing tights. Flat out tired. Over it. WHEN will it be in the sixties?
A.2) These tights need to go. In the trash. They have a hole in the toe, a million snags, are covered with a layer of lint that shall not be removed. You can't slip on a dingy pair of old, worn tights and feel great all day. It defies the laws of nature.
A.3) Get some new plain black tights.
B) Olive doesn't look good on me. Ben's always said it. I've always argued. But pictures never lie. Trust your complexion in a photograph when you're wearing the color in question. It's what the natural light world, and not your dim bathroom self, sees.
C) You can't skip out on laundry and wear the improper undershirt with a totally sheer blouse without looking dumb.
I think this outfit slowed my entire self down town including my energy level, work productivity, and brain function. Curses! I hope you all had a better day in the style department and don't forget to enter the Shoptagr giveaway for $50 to J.Crew here!