There is a good chance I am also using mass genocide of the Natives as an excuse to avoid cooking. (Can't *I* get a holiday from kitchen slavery for once?! Why are all these holidays only holidays for everyone else, and extra work for ME?!)
Anyway, my outfit today is leather and lace, and a farewell to my black moto boots. They served me well. I stomped around 9 different countries in those boots. I sealed my roof tiles in those boots. I ran errands in those boots, chased kids in those boots, slogged through mud and snow in those boots. I made them WORK. But now it's time to send those boots to Jesus, because they are too damn old and worn out for this shit. RIP. Cue somber music. (Cause of death? The already slightly broken zipper finally broke all the way, in addition to all sorts of irreparable scuff, and a way too worn out heel. I wore them to the very end, and maybe a little bit past...)
Here's what I wore:
- Top: Yellow lace top from Poshmark
- Bottom: Lambskin leather skirt (IT HAS POCKETS, GUYS) from Chalayan
- Bottom: basic black tights from Danskin
- Outerwear: Flared wool peacoat from Torn by Ronny Kobo
- Scarf: Modcloth
- Shoes: Black moto boots by Hushpuppies
My moto boots did have one last glorious outing to a winery, where I gorged myself on way too many hors d'ouvres and snackies, including about 27 macaroons (which is like $900 worth of macaroons, because for some reason those stupid mediocre cookies are incredibly overpriced. Which is why I hate 27 of them. I AM THE WORST). And the thing is, I've been to Paris and Quebec. I have had legit macaroons too, and they aren't THAT much better. I think they're the most overrated treat in the universe. But they're snooty, so of course they're at my winery's members-only parties.
I'll still be posting tomorrow and Friday since I have zero plans, so check back here whenever you're feeling tired of your mother and aunties commenting on your weight and all of your life choices to date.
See you tomorrow!