(Bassike Tank, Cheap Mondays, Topshop Heels, American Apparel Bralette)
(The scene: 3 weeks ago - Something that I said would happen, happens)
Me: Hate to say it but...
J: You told me so?
Me: Exactly, I can't help al-
J: ways being right?
Me: ...Am I really that predictable?
Subconsciously I must have had that conversation in mind when I got dressed, because, yes ok fine I am in black and white, BUT, notice:
a) I am wearing pink
b) My hair is up
c) My toes are painted lilac and have glittery stars on them
See, completely, totally unpredictable-out-of-the-ordinary-whodofthunkit. I have actually been forming quite an attachment to obnoxious fuchsia over the past few months. All my life I have had such a violent aversion to pink, but now all of a sudden I've skipped the the half-arsed prim pastelly shit and gone for the blinding menace to the general public shade. But only in small doses. Baby steps, baby steps.