This outfit didn’t make it past taking these photos.
I jumped the gun a little on it being Fall. It’s Fall on paper, but not in Louisiana. It’s still hot, and leggings + high socks + boots will have to wait a few more weeks.
Aside from pre-emptive layers, in some ways I felt like I was dressing up like a previous version of myself. It was a strange way to feel, and it has stuck with me the last few days. But really, in the dozen or so sentences I’ve typed and deleted trying to articulate it, I come to say, fuck it. I wear t shirt and jeans now on a regular basis, that I wouldn’t have worn before. I get food and booze and gross shit all over myself at work, and who really cares? I’m trying to come to terms with being too old to really give a shit about what subculture I’m subscribed to, and still nostalgic enough that I want to care.
What I wound up wearing. Buffy FTW.
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