What a week it's been! I've worked 14 hours days, which I detest graciously, received two parking tickets, one speeding ticket, and I hit a car whilst backing out in the parking lot, for which I blame Rihanna. Had it not been for Shine Bright Like a Diamond blasted on the radio, I would have actually heard the collision in question. I knew that Rihanna would eventually become the architect of my demise. My current state of sombre and melancholia is represented in today's outfit post; a stark contrast from my previous post of flowers and feminine glory.
I took these pictures three days after my wisdom teeth extractions. In retrospect, what the fuck was I thinking?
I look like Don Zimmerman. After the fight with Pedro.
I always say that, for every problem in the world, there is Photoshop. Alas, the Pumpkin face syndrome continues to allude me, even with Photoshop's greatest efforts. But so what? You've already witnessed my razor burns on my legs and hairy in-growns, so it's only fair that I continue to confide my flaws with you. After all, as I declared in my first blog post, I'm not a model. I appeal to the masses, and masses, for the most part, are just, well... ungroomed? Besides, I did manage to lose 3 pounds post-surgery, which is more than I've lost on an entire year of "diet."
Now, onto the pants. I have developed a rather pensive obsession with all things printed, especially those that have now migrated down south in the form of printed trouser pants. My qualm is though, there are very few prints that do not look like the AARP train pulled into your closet. Maybe I'm risk averse when it comes to fashion, but I have no desire to wear pants that resemble my Grandma's curtains, table clothes or lamps. But hey, if you're into that, and if you're a Do-It-Yourself kinda gal, than I suggest using a very bad motel bedspread... the ones that are in the wrong part of the town.
The jacquered and metallic texture saves these trousers from looking old and dated. There is a sense of regality to them, and when I wear them, I feel like I'm channeling my inner Duchess of Cambridge (with a fat face, of course). They look beautifully opulent and a little bit theatrical, but the modern tailoring to these pants makes them rightfully edgy. In a way, the pants are very reminiscent of the recent Dolce & Gabbana Fall 2012 collection of dramatic and lavish prints.
Lastly, I apologize for not getting back to everyone who so graciously takes the time to comment on my posts. As I said, I've been working 14 hours a day, and when I'm not working, I use the residue of energy googling Ryan Gosling. So bare with me, I shall take the time to visit your blogs, and if you're here to advertise your own, than I shall honor our mutually beneficial relationship by spamming your blog as well :)