Wednesday, August 19, 2009
He couldn't leave the finer life.
It must be the Scottish in me, 'cause Black Watch tartan seems to be working its way into my daily outfits something fierce. I used to wear the skirt above at least once a week last summer because I loved it so much. It hurts to think I've moved on because I still have feelings for it. Clothing really is a love affair.
I thrifted this black watch plaid shirt last week. It's soft as hell and makes me feel like a foxy lumberjack. It's a good feeling.
In other random life news, my Harry Potter kick is still going strong, I love Indian food more than I should and I'm going to see the Pixies at VFest. Once I see Kim Deal actually perform on stage (in the flesh) I will be able to die contentedly.