In the past two weeks, I've had multiple fashion interventions. This weekend alone has contained several. I am to a point of amazement that anyone, ever, has consented to be seen in public with me. I am now in posession of one super sexy black dress (!!), various pants that actually fit, and some tight shirts that show off my exercise efforts from the past while. It has been completely mortifying.
Through it all, I have insisting on wearing my Birkenstocks. And adding little hippie touches to these outfits when I don't get caught. And running away from the totally hip salespeople offering help. Hmm. Vacations.
An Erinku:
dodging shoe
questions
sandals
as peace
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