Saturday morning. The precious few hours when I can guzzle cups of coffee, listen to Nina Simone's version of "Here Comes the Sun" and ignore the pressing feeling that I have nearly all of the time - the need to get out of the house and do something productive. Bliss. For the next hour or so, at least.
I have also been ignoring a pile of clothing on my floor for the past couple of days. The pile consists of pieces of clothing I've bought recently, but haven't quite figured out how to wear.
Like this olive green and neon pink Hawaiian concoction, for example. The shelf bust is a bit strange - in that it kinds of makes my chest look odd, not quite in a Madonna way, more in a Xena-Warrior-Princess-after-an-overabundance-of-Pina-Coladas way.
This dress poses the question: Can I pull off the "Peroxide Disney Princess" look?
And, um ... yes. I bought another one. I love them. I have a marching band problem. Not to be confused with a problem with marching bands. They're fine. If only I could wean myself off the damn jackets. But what, what, what in the world will I wear it with? That's a lot of w's. But you get what I'm sayin'.
How would you wear these lovely, slightly batty things?