It's like wearing a heavily-padded cotton snowmobile suit so thick you can only walk Frankenstein-style, arms and legs like popsicle sticks, and pray you don't drop anything. I was seized up with layers. All that was missing was the pointy cone parka hood with a tassel on the tip. It was 2C (about 35F) when I went out. Naturally I had to wear my short shorts which I had foolishly neglected to wear all summer.
These are the layers. PAY ATTENTION. You'll be tested on this later.
Of course I also had on my magic loupe and leather gloves.
I bought the shorts extra big because I knew I'd be wearing them over pants. I got the Fiorucci capris in Tokyo more than 20 years ago, very high-waisted. The Betsey Johnson coat was almost a bargain, purchased on a whim. I shall try to avoid such weakness in the future because the quality is not very good and I know I can do better thrifting....WHICH I DID! Today. Can't wait to show you my new nicotine-coloured coat, actually, she tastes more of champagne on figure skates.
Surely I can throw some more metaphors and similes in this post. Help me out!
I'm linking this outfit with Anne's 52 Pick-me-up: Get Layered over at Spy Girl.
Keep cool, whether it's hot or cold. But I don't have to tell you that, do I?