Usually, I don’t wear ’em. I’m too messy/clumsy, and also, I worry I about my buns showing through if I wear the obligatory nude thong underneath.
Then it became August, I lost the will to shave my legs, and I found these in my “do something to alter, change, repair, or otherwise preserve” bag. Suddenly, it didn’t seem so important to dye them green or grey before throwing them on. Instead, I casualed things up for today’s meeting with research assistants:
Bass t-shirt: new to blog ($5 at Vegas outlet mall; acquired during Crazy Vegas Trip ’09 with janey em, D-Med, E-Jo, Kelly Bean, Rinty the Crusher, Designer Shoe Whore, and other Key Players)
Bead Necklace: new to blog, via my cousin’s spa in Tiny-Town, ON
Mango white cargos: new to blog (via Mango; acquired in Barcelona during Graduate Senorita Tour ’07 with Rinty the Crusher, Kelly Bean, and D-Med)
Portia gold leather and cork wedges: remixed (via Shoe Heaven)
See what I mean about the nakedness? Does it not seem if you look closely, you might learn how (or if) I prefer to wax?