I'm tired, y'all. This might be the first time in about a year or two that I've left the house without making my bed.
So I wasn't really ... inspired in my outfit choices today. I had the bottom of the outfit planned okay (and that stayed on), but my tops went through some changes. I wanted to wear one of my husband's shirts and look adorably gamine-like in a grey plaid men's shirt. But I keep forgetting that I'm significantly smaller than my husband. Instead of "skinny model wearing a man's shirt that's perfectly tailored to look slightly schlubby on her slender frame," when I looked in the mirror it was more of a "Chalkdust wears her big brother's shirt. Again." Not happening. So then I pulled on my David Bowie t-shirt. Nope. So I went boring:
Isn't jaundice tragic?
Black and grey with my new boots! Will wonders never cease?! But in fun news, it's the first time wearing my new Fryes with non-black leggings. Um ... revolutionary?
Yeah, sorry, folks. I got nothing. But I was comfy and felt happy in an outfit with many tried-and-true elements.
So we ended up seeing 'Black Swan.' I'm still thinking about what I thought of it. But I'll tell you one thing: I'm really happy I never wanted to be a ballerina as a child.
Striped sweater: Banana Republic, remixed
Black top: Tony, a boutique in Old City Philadelphia, remixed
Grey jeggings: HUE, via Lord and Taylor, remixed
Crimson boots: Frye Shirley OTKs, gift from husband, via endless.com, remixed
PS - A school in which I'm kind of interested contacted me! I'll be speaking on the phone with some sort of dean tomorrow.