Who’s that coming down the block, dressed head to toe in goth chic?
I have come to the conclusion that monochromatic black + lipstick is universally flattering to a post-partum bod. Also, the scarf is the ‘put a bird on it’ of the fashion world.
Hence, my new Italian momiform, if you will.
Creeping on the passers-by below.
A little bling.
The shabby view.
‘Please mother, some attention? Or perhaps a dry shirt to cut the 34 degree wind chill?
details, etc. Jenny: Scarf: sweater shop down the block en route home from Mass this morning. Does that still count? Boots: Frye, gifted Black jeggings: Faded Glory. Elastic waist. Hell yes, I went there. Tunic/sweater/frumper: Loft Earings: Betsy Johnson, gifted
P.s. Please don’t stop leaving comments just because I’m too lazy/technilogically challenged to respond to them. They’re truly such a consolation in this sort of weird and lonely and incredible time, and I promise you I read them all!