This is my year. I can't lose. I've prepared as much as I possibly could. No one is going to out doily me. No one. I'm talking to you, Martha. Yes, you! Just f*cking forget it. Might as well pack up shop, now.
It's over for you, Martha. Don't even give me that look. Haters gunna hate. Amirite? Lqtm. I'm dressed for success! :DDD Doing my best granny chic impression, right now. When I thought about where "this girl" is going, you know, the question every designer asks themselves (I have to say, based on the answers received on Project Runway, I've come to the conclusion that designers aren't making clothes for me, because I'm (a) not a jet setter, (b) never going on a cruise, (c) not a glamper, (d) will never go to The Hamptons--I don't even know where that is, and (e) I'm not, nor will I ever be, a diva), the only thing I could come up with was (1) yarn bombing expedition and (2) annual doily championship.
I'm gunna take gold, this year, you guys. I can feel it. I can feel it in my old lady bones. <3
Thrifted - Black Fedora & Vintage Men's Black Cap Toe Oxfords
c/o Persunmall - Bershka Mixed Pattern Sweater
c/o Jollychic - Navy Double Breasted Coatigan
c/o eShakti - High Waisted Navy Skirt
ModCloth - Ivory Webbed Tights