I know. The shirt is hideous (hideously righteous). My boyfriend hates this shirt...and rightfully so...he just laughs at me and calls me silly. I wear this outfit at the risk of looking like a dirty hipster; but I have been lusting for a horrible wolf shirt for some time now. Preferably one with lighting in the background...or perhaps a wizard.
Today I received this wonderful little pair of pearly, cat-eye frames. Unfortunately they are slighting warped, but I suppose that comes with the territory when buying vintage frames. Eventually I plan to have my prescription lenses put in them.
Today my sister and I are awaiting the arrival of our parents. My tiny one-bedroom apartment is about to be bombarded with the hyper-tensive energy of my father and the girly gleefulness of my mother. Now in the meantime, my sister and I need to find something to preoccupy ourselves with.