I thought I’d spend Sunday sweating at home, but I was asked to help clean up The Drama Workshop’s flooded warehouse, instead. It turns out the work was mostly done by the time I got there, but at least I was dressed appropriately. (And the warehouse basement was much cooler than my house.)
Tank, No Boundaries. Pants, part of my USMC uniform (I cropped them that morning). Shoes, Champion (thrifted).