"YO, WHERE'S YOUR PAINTBRUSH, GURL?" Is probably something a ghetto Regina George would ask me right now, to which I would respond, "I'M NOT A PAINTER, JUST A DREAMER."
I hope you enjoyed that intro to my latest and trickiest wardrobe addition: white denim overalls. Tricky, because they are difficult to style without looking like an OshKosh B'gosh advertisement.
Despite the many years I spent wearing overalls in my youth, I have struggled to strike the perfect balance between their very boyish charm and my general desire to still appear female, chic-ish, etc. in my older years.
This battle was further complicated by my uncompromising desire to also wear a backwards baseball cap and sneakers. Ugh, self. Why are you so demanding? But I figure when bathroom visits and navel gazing already involve unhooking a bib, you might as well go all the way.
So I did what any self-respecting 21-year-old overalls owner and wearer would do: I applied a bold red lip, otherwise known as the ultimate, unfailing cure for wallpapering tomboy overload. That, plus a classically feminine purse care of Chanel, and I felt decidedly myself.
What do you think about wearing overalls past the age of mashed food consumption? TELL ME. I need to know. In the meantime, I'm highly enjoying my newfound ability to do exposure-free cartwheels wherever and whenever the inclination might strike me.
Vintage overalls from Nifty Thrifty, J. Crew tank top, Superga sneakers, Chanel purse, baseball cap care of my sister's sorority swag. Thank you to Kathryn for today's photo sesh. You are the awesomest.
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