Hat, BCBG Max Azria. Jacket, H&M (thrifted). Shirt, Forever 21. Skirt, Charlie and Robin (thrifted). Tights, Hue. Boots, Sofft (consignment). Necklace, Target. Bag, thrifted.
Wearing this hat, I certainly looked like a “Kitty." Usually, I get a doubletake when I give the nickname for my order. Today, it was accepted without a blink.
Today’s 365 isn’t as soft and cuddle as my outfit. It’s an image of the cars pulled from the Yokohama tire shop after it burned in July. This is the same vacant lot in which I used to sneakily take outfit photos.
I haven’t heard any plans for the burned shop and adjacent lot, but if it were mine I’d build a parking garage. Parking is tight on 34th street between Folsom and Stockton. Put a coffee shop on the ground floor and you’ve got a gold mine.
Obviously, I should be a real estate mogul. A real estate mogul named Kitty. (And I would TOTALLY use the top floor of that parking garage for my outfit photos.)