Exclamation

I chose THE WORST time to take photos in this parking garage. I was hoping for privacy, but the elevator kept bringing more people back to their cars. And there was no escaping notice in this outfit. Well, it’s a public place and my ensemble is the sartorial equivalent of an exclamation point. I’ll just have to endure.


Jacket, thrifted. Dress, Under Skies (consignment). Tights, Target. Booties, Joe’s. Bag, Merona.