While K and T enjoyed Monday game day, I spent the afternoon in thrift stores trying on clothes. Maybe it's just me, but everything I like on the rack seems to look silly when I'm standing in front of a dressing room mirror. More than silly. I turn into the archetypal fool.
Why is it that a t-shirt and jeans, or a t-shirt and hippie skirt, are all that work on me, anymore? I like things with cute little blue flowers just as much as the next girl, but while she can pull it off, I just look laughable.
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