Snapping a few blurry pictures of my outfits every so often before I run out the door isn't going to cut it: I've decided. From now on, it's only half-decent pictures, because this is a classy blog for classy people.
Ok, ok, so I snapped these really quick before I left the house on Easter. I lied, I'm sorry.
I found the blouse for $8.50 at Buffalo Exchange, and it was made by an Etsy seller based in Tempe. Second-hand handmade double local (with soymilk and two shots of espresso)? I'm pretty sure that's worth about 100 hipster points if anyone wants them. I also had on white tights and baby pink Candie's pumps.
|Trying to turn your legs into a tessellation isn't normal, but on meth it is.|
So I was feeling kind of down. (I thought about saying "kind of Mellon Collie" but we're already taking this hipster thing too far.)
|But then I was all like, "Hay gurl, hay! What you doin' on the ceiling?"|
|And then I turned into "hipster Igor", according to Alex. Fuck you, Alex. :D|
And that's what I've been doing instead of putting my presentation together and studying for finals. In case you were wondering why I suddenly decided to post better photos, and more of them. And what's up with this formatting lately? No matter what I do, I can't get everything to appear in Arial when I post this! (It's a font, Eric, you've probably never heard of it.)