I wear clothes every day. Shocker right?

Yesterday I tried out that thing where I take pictures without a helpful friend or a tripod. I kept only the most ridiculous poses for you, internet.

This one actually feels pretty appropriate, given my mood. I’ve been working double & sometimes triple shifts. I love being able to work with friends & being a gal-about-town has its charms… but I’m tired. A customer who I saw at three stores in one day said, “You’re everywhere!” & I said, “Except at home.”

Signature tight-mini-and-boots silhouette. I used to feel like I “needed” to wear loose & knee-length outfits because my bod wasn’t “good enough” for these sorts of clothes, but fuck that. I was way frumpier when I was more covered up.

Everything I wear is accessorized with a tennis ball. Hyperactive golden retriever lifestyle. That neon is a great pop of colour against my market bag huh? Too bad I didn’t want my strawberries crushed, Geraldine.

My big leather tote, houndstooth skirt, & turquoise doc martens are all from work at Sympathy for the Rebel.

The tee, tights, cut glass necklace, & nail polish are from my boyfriend Joe Fresh.