Hard day's night

After a hard day’s night, I’m not in the mood for dressing up. Usually this results in me grabbing the nearest bright colored dress because bright colored dresses are easy and always cheer me up, but the weather isn’t nearly warm enough for my sundresses. So I grab leggings. Jeggings, to be precise. And because I have this eternal problem with tops and never seem to find any that I actually like and suit me to boot, I just grabbed this blouse that I had been wanting to wear for ages. It’s vintage and quite awesome. I’d wear it to dress up as a pirate. I needed something to spice it up and I had this image in my mind of a thin black satiny ribbon in a bow on the stark white of the blouse, so I did just that. I’m not in love with this look at all, but it’s warm and comfy and sort of quirky. Some people choose simple, “don’t notice me please” clothes when they feel down. I choose weird ass shit to show the world I don’t give a damn.

 jeggings: new look

shoes: texto

blouse: vintage

Feeling shitty or tired just boosts my natural rebellious nature, so I end up wearing this mix of mom-wear lower half and some sort of gothic lolita top half. I hope everybody stares when I go out grocery shopping. So I can kill them with a glance.








PS I’m not actually THAT P-d off, but exagerating my mood is something I do to cheer myself up when I’m not all happy clappy like usual. I roll and stew in my own misery and make fun of myself, while being a general pain in the ass to anyone around, and cheer myself up by making snide remarks. I’d be like this all the time if I had to work in retail for the rest of my life. Nothing stimulates me more to study and get a good job than to be confronted with my own lack of energy when I’ve spent some time working in retail.