I love putting together clothes so much, they are like my children. So much that almost every outfit I wear gets its very own name by the end of the day. Today's preppy-weird outfit consisting of American Apparel oatmeal fisherman sweater with tight shiny disco pants and Doc Martens mary janes just screams "Cape Cod Hooker" to me. Didn't get a picture of yesterday's outfit, but it involved ripped mom jeans and a baggy thermal shirt, leading me to dub it "Utilitarian Dyke". I clearly have a fondness for descriptive self-deprecation.