Hey Lula-Mae, That Varmint Got Into My Wardrobe Again!
Young Pink was enjoying a spot of beer at House of Pony the other night when he decided that he'd look better in my scarves than I do ... and sadly, in this case, he did. In addition to this treacherous scarf-thievery, he is also wearing my 50's sunglasses, my tuxedo jacket, which now belongs to him, and is clutching my glove-treasure-trove, also known as an old handbag of mine.
I think in combination with the not-so-hyper-girly flannelette shirt and jeans, it works. To which I say: Hmph.