Cat print shirt, H&M. Black shorts, Monki. Brown leather boots, vintage. Brown leather satchel, Vero Moda. Grey over knee socks, Asos. Black belt, my boyfriend's. Denim vest, vintage.
Brrrr! It's been such a lovely, sunny day, but when I went outside to take photos in the gorgeous sunset, the sky suddenly filled with clouds and it got really windy. Cold winds. After five minutes, it started raining and I gave up on the whole thing. Well, at least a got a few shots before I got soaked!
I know these vintage boots are sort of ugly. Actually, that's what I like about them. That vest is outright hideous, too, so they go quite well together! Ugliness sometimes makes the whole difference between a boring outfit and one that will make you feel like a rock star. (Everyone knows rock stars are awesome even if they have no taste whatsoever.) ;)
One thing that sure isn't ugly is this beautiful leather satchel! I almost wish I was back in school just so I could fill it with heavy books every morning and carry them around all day. Well, the 1st of July I will move into my new office in a nearby town, that will have to do as a substitute for school.
I've had this cat print t-shirt at least ten years, I never get tired of it! I mean come on, it's got CATS on it! Cats! On a t-shirt! What's not to like?!
Confession: I chose these outfit photos specifically because my legs look good in them. I never mind the way my legs look in real life, but in photos I often think they look... not very fit. That's probably because I'm so used to seeing all these extremely skinny, retouched girls in thousands of fashion photographs. Even on style communities like Lookbook and Chictopia it feels like every single girl has a perfect body... Yet here I am, picking out the photos where I think I look the most like them. And so it goes on and on and on.
Now I have to go out in the rainy darkness to look for one of my cats - Biianka came inside with me when it started raining but I haven't caught a glimpse of Baryshnik for hours. He's way to adventurous for his mother's fragile heart! (Yeah, sorry, I do call myself their "mom". I know it's lame. As soon as I become a mother to a real, live, human baby, I'll stop. I promise.)
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