Today I'm complying with a request from my lovely friend, Grace, over at Camp Patton. My sweet darlings, you know I'm not the biggest fan of taking pictures of myself, but, prompted by the courage coffee, a soundtrack of 50 Cent, and a few effects gifted from the awesome Pic Monkey, here it is.
...then again, you may all be out punching people in the face for the last of the Black Friday, dollar-fifty, mittens at your nearest retailer, so maybe none of you will see this.
Hair: Styled by the city's water supply
Feather Earrings: Spotted and bought off Pinterest (unsure what poor bird is currently flying lopsided)
Top/dress/tunic/frightening body garb being stretched to the limits: Forever 21
Sweater Tights: Target (stitched from the wool of one of the toughest sheep roaming the earth)
Boots: Steve Madden (upon reflection, would not have paired boots with this outfit and opted for black ones, but since I didn't look in the mirror before I left, thems the breaks. Also why Style Magazine has yet to offer me a job covering any fashion week ever.)
There you have it.
Now, get out there and shop bravely, my friends.
Until Next Time, Readers!