for a skirt lover, i appear to be laundering this faux parchment pair somewhat a lot lately.
more black is what my head echoes, bit of a contrast to my somewhat crazy and bold outfit choices of the not too foregone past. maybe it has something to do with my feeble attempts to embrace adulthood, or, maybe just an epoch in my here and now, the latter probably more pertinent as i am already an adult. (grin).
not the most creative capture, and a face neglected of my usual winged eyeliner approach to the day, i figured the best way to rock out like a boss was to keep it simple. and, might i add, easy too, as i am gawkishly tardy.
keep it simple, but add hair, aside my own mane of course. hair, by way of fur, by way of no mammals hurt, seems to be a given any day. unless of course it is screaming 71 down the promenade, that would be the park that fur point. or would it?
rolling up of sleeves, clearly gives me a headstart to something, head pert, deamenor on, and; let’s go.