I've been having a bit of pant trouble. The rest of the world seems to go about their day in pants like it's nothing at all, but the act of covering up my prized coltish gams is throwing me off. No fear, though. I shall force Pants to become friends with me if it's the last thing I do.
|blouse, jacket, and shoes - thrifted vintage // pants - Forever21 // purse - H&M|
On this day I was channeling the little old Chinese ladies I see bustling around Chinatown. Their wheeled carts are always brimming with raw ingredients for foreign culinary delights; tubers and protuberances that I couldn't even begin to pronounce, let alone cook with. Add a plastic visor and about eighteen grocery bags and I'd blend right in...! Hmmm. Now I'm overthinking it. Next time I'll just throw on a big sweater and call it a day.