Ill Groomed

You'd think having my picture taken nearly every day would inspire better grooming, but it hasn't. I had to remove a closeup of my shoes from this post because you could see my hairy legs, inept pedicure, and a scab on the back of my ankle. I couldn't hide my greasy bangs without cropping my head at an odd place, so they are no longer my dirty secret. I guess the leg hair and sloppy polish aren't secret now, either. (I refuse to be ashamed of the scabs and bruises. They just mean I'm tough, not lazy.)





Dress, swap. Slip, vintage and thrifted. Shoes, J Crew. Bag, Mossimo. Bracelets, vintage, Garden of the Gods gift shop, and Fort. Necklace, thrifted.



I'll never care enough to be polished. I just hope the clacking bracelets, teetering heels, and swirling skirts distract anyone from noticing that I'm not perfectly groomed.









Photos by Beefy Muchacho