Frumpy

Black cardigan with sequin and ribbon embellishment, It’s Our Time (could there BE a cheesier brand name?) Pale blue shirt, Bebe. Plaid skirt, Petite Sophisticate (thrifted). Black tights, Danskin. Black pumps, Etienne Aigner. Cameo choker, vintage.

I feel frumpy in this outfit. I think it’s the shoes. I wish I had stiletto-heeled, pointy-toe, shiny black boots. I will have to hit the end-of-season sales for those. I’ve wanted a pair for over a year now. It seems shamefully decadent to own TWO pairs of black boots, but my current black boots (matte, rectangular toe, chunky heel) are too heavy for many of my outfits. When dressing this morning, I figured these black pumps and tights were the lesser of two evils.

I’ve had this Bebe shirt since early 2000. Bebe used to be chock full of these empire-waisted, cap-sleeved, microfiber shirts (without the obnoxious logo). Then, they disappeared. Will they ever come back? I haven’t checked the local Bebe in over a year, so maybe they already did. I’d love some more.

No head today because my eyes looked psycho.