Belts are for pansies.

good lord, you’d think I took my style cues from the crewcuts catalog or something…

I wore these pants around last night in an attempt to stretch them out (because jeggings are totally out, right?). didn’t work. Oh well. Dip it pop it twerk it stop it, right?

Everyone else can stop buying shoes now. I clearly win. (Taken with instagram)

got told that I had “major swagger” today. I guess I’ll take it.

today I opted for Casual Saturday. or, Farmboy Chic.

BOOM. Fluorescent trouser socks.

a pink oxford, a camo tie, and not a single DADT comment. pretty disappointed in my coworkers this evening.

Nope. I don’t know how to golf.

Tassel loafers, leopard belt, and an Angelina leg.

Lobstah claw!

So tonight I had a (very gorgeous, well dressed—and yes that’s important to the story) young woman tell me she wanted to take a picture of me and pin me on Pinterest. (little victories!)

I graciously took the compliment (hello, she’s like super hot. and well dressed) but didn’t have the heart to tell her I’m Team Tumblr.

This also makes me feel like I’m one step closer to getting shot by Bill Cunningham. COME AND FIND ME BILLY.

No one can call me a Valentine’s Day Scrooge. I wore red socks.

White jeans in February BECAUSE I SAID SO.