Solve this equation.
Terrible Weather + Lack of Shopping = ?
Grumpy Pirate. Poorly dressed Pirate.
So, today I figured I'd sit in my closet until someone smacked me with creative juices. Not literally, else, you know, that'd be illegal and wrong.
This is Davy Crockett meets Urban Outfitters meets Unnamed Leather Pant Man. I envision a long haired, pale eyed waif in this dancing with Native Americans and exchanging leather pant care tips.
The leather pants are from my dad's rock star days (leather jodhpurs, for serious). The black pants are leather shorts. The fringe jacket is from the 60's, a gift from my dad to my mom. She hates it and I like to spin in circles in it.
And now, the anti-Crockett.
It kind of reminds me of Rhiannon. In the loveliest way possible!
Anyway...making stories out of outfits always helps me when my muse is gone. What do you do?
Also, it's my 100th post! Thanks so much for reading, every one of you (400+!) make me smile beyond belief.
Anyway...making stories out of outfits always helps me when my muse is gone. What do you do?
Also, it's my 100th post! Thanks so much for reading, every one of you (400+!) make me smile beyond belief.
