Close to the Vest

I just wanted to write a quick thank you to those of you who read and comment and like my blog. It seriously means the whole-wide-world to me that you tune in to read my incoherent rants, and look at pictures of shoes with my feet in them. I have read most of your work, you followers you, and you are all so talented, I can’t even believe I’m on your radar. I love you, even if I don’t know you. Getting the email that I have a new follower, or that someone liked a post just makes my day, so thank you all so much for your interest and support.

So this happened this weekend:

No I didn’t finish either of these. Swear. But only because I ate a burrito and ice cream before this.

That’s a face that says, Yes, I know I only hang out with boys, but I do not have the stomach of a boy. Although I do appreciate the sentiment. That’s also a pose that says, hey look! Little Phillip made it out to play. 

My best friend noted that I have been wearing vests a lot, and its true I have. Perhaps, I am harboring some resentment toward my two upper limbs. On account of a new workout regime, I haven’t been able to lift them above my shoulders, and damn it my hair isn’t up to its standard of cleanliness. On the other hand, it could just be because vests are not only a totally practical piece of transitional outerwear, but are also an automatic way to look like you can handle yourself in a fight. No? Ok, well I think I look cool.

Throw a biker vest over a summer dress. Mix any of these with a maxi skirt and a tank top. Anytime you have a boring totally classic t-shirt and jeans combo, any of these will take you up a notch.

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