Cardigan, Rodarte for Target. Tank, George. Skirt, Herman Geist (thrifted and shortened). Necklace, self-made. Shoes, Nine West.
Given that Beefy uses the term “favorite” quite liberally, I know that “it’s not my favorite” is more of a censure than it sounds. So I tartly respond with, “Well, it’s a good thing you don’t have to wear it.” And then we both dissolve into laughter because the image of Beefy wearing my clothing is so ridiculous. A man in drag* is my favorite.
*Seriously, there is nothing funnier than a man in women’s clothing. Except maybe fart jokes.