After weathering the perfect storm of ugliness that was my initial attempt at getting dressed, I stood around miserable and naked in my closet for a while before selecting this:
Two layered tanks and a skirt. Yawn. But at least it's not reducing me to tears to look at myself in the mirror. Sometimes you just have to move on. Tomorrow is another day (as Ms. O'Hara would say.)
|My hair looks terrific here- why do I have such a sour look on my face?|
I did try to fancy it up a little with the addition of a vintage rhinestone brooch. I'm not sure if this qualifies as terrific or trying too hard.
|It's a bit the worse for wear- but that's part of it's charm, no?|