the bird lady

The belt is vintage Gucci, the sweater is Subtle Luxury, the skirt is Ultra Ozbek. My shoes are Kensie and the coat is Andrew Marc. I borrowed the earrings and necklace from my mom, they were my gift to her for Christmas that I bought in Macy's.

Above is my outfit from Thursday, which I was too lazy to upload. I was kind-of going for a "crazy bird lady who feeds the birds everyday in Central Park" type took. Except, I wanted to be a bird lady who was attempting to go out. Her name would've been Ethel, I think.

Thursday was one one of those days where I couldn't stop smiling. This is because I loved my outfit, and that's all it takes to make me happy. I don't mind all of the looks from the sweatpant-donning kids, in fact, I like it, because it just makes me feel that much weirder. And I want to be weird, at least in the standards of these people, because that means I'm doing my job as a person and bringing some much needed clothing diversity into my school. Every time I get that "you should be in an asylum for wearing heels to school" look, I feel a bit more special, and I promise myself that I'll be just as weird tomorrow.

The skirt made me look waaaay taller than I actually am. I once actually had a dream of being 5'7, but three years later, and I'm still 5'1, the dream has been killed. I think that the wedge booties definitely helped though.

I also liked the belt that I... uh... borrowed, from my mother, because it makes Ethel the bird lady a bit more sophisticated, like she's off to feed the hungry birds of France.