I just can’t help myself from checking out what people are saying about this blog on message boards and in forums. I suppose it’s a bit like eavesdropping: thrilling and brutally honest. Ad hominem attacks aside, I get some of my best feedback when it’s unsolicited and uninhibited.

Blazer, Odds ‘n Evens (thrifted). Tee, Jones New York (thrifted). Skirt, Leslie Faye (thrifted). Belt, thrifted. Boots, Rampage. Brooch, from my grandmother. Fake glasses, Hot Topic.
I’m identified in various ways. I might be “Kasmira” or “that WhatIWore2Day blogger” or “that chick from Cincinnati.” I was puzzled to find myself referred to as an “OG fashion blogger.” I had to call Beefy and ask him what it meant*. Apparently, I’m an Original Gangster. I definitely prefer OG to “that chick from Cincinnati.” (I object to the “chick,” not the association with Cincinnati.)
I ignore the references to my “hideous outfits” (I bet this one qualifies**!) and concentrate on the other comments. I’m glad to see that regular posting, thoughtful writing, and limited advertising are appreciated.




*We had a good laugh at my cultural ignorance.
**Too many colors and patterns for general consumption, but just my taste!