Why the f*ck did I wear that?

-- it took a million years to put together and DID NOT look put together.

This one went so awry. The left-the-house-look isn’t a true disgusting horror; the horror is in how long it took me to get the hell out of the house and NOT feel great. Some days are like that, as we learn in Alexander and the Terrible, Horrible, No-good Very Bad Day. Even in Australia.

I was going to walk and work in a cafe.

And I started with the feeling I wanted to feel versus having anything planned. I had a lot to do, and I wanted to feel slouchy and student-y. Like a college student sinking into a late night.

One thing I’ve been playing around with lately, and something that has been giving me that campus-y feeling, has been this idea of hiding the natural waist of a garment you’d usually tuck into at the waist. If you think about that Tibi trademark of a long elastic waist and then a cocoon top pulled low, it’s that idea.

When I was doing a closet cleaning recently, I put this together:

And it’s just what I mean. Sure, it’s not flattering. My waist is a small part of me and many of us; tucking in there is what so many people recommend for a reason. And honestly in the photo you can see me instinctively squeezing my elbows up there. But I loved the feeling of the outfit. And what I should have done was JUST WORN THAT. I find one stupid interesting thing I seem to do is put all these looks together and then instead of wearing them, forget and start over.

So I started with that skirt, which is Old Celine. And then I lost the whole plot.

Like, what was I doinggggggg?