leggings from buffalo exchange, cowboy hat from melrose trading post, thrifted boots and belt, backpack c/o lucky vintage, necklaces c/o my salvation
The caliber of how suction-spandexy these leggings appear wasn't made aware to me until I looked at these photos. HOLY SQUEEZE. We'll blame the flash, because in person these things look like normal tight pants. I think. I hope. Anyway, I love them, so pfffpt.
I have a mad case of the one-red-eye currently transpiring, which is really awesome. See evidence of this in all it's grandeur in photo #'s 1, 2, 4, and 5. These infesting blood vessels won't give up. They come; they go; they return with a vengeance, and then they take a nap. It's a vicious cycle and I am sick of looking like I am stoned to everyone glaring at me from my right side. Until this retreats, just call me Stoney Kaufman and look away before we meet eyes.
Thank you Ryan and Zach for the cowboy hat, thank you Madi for the top and geode bracelet, thank you Dana for the jewelry, and thank you, Lucky Vintage, for the backpack. I couldn't have worn this outfit without you all.
I know I don't get too personal on my blog, and really only rant about dumb valueless bs, but I do have my formspring open to those wanting to know less (or more) trivial notions pulled out of my brain. I like to keep this blog fun and stupid. Fun and stupid forever. F&S. Fupid.