Yes, lovies, and it may be fatal. I'm in love with animal print.
It's funny, actually- I used to hate the look. I automatically thought of old women with white-blonde hair 5 inches off their heads, red lipstick on their teeth, and their slip showing at the bottom of their polyester knee length skirt. And proceeded to shudder.
As I browsed through my closet the other day, I realized-- I have animal print in almost every shape and form. A sweater, a jacket, shoes, a skirt, a scarf, a tank top, (a few) dresses... I'm slightly obsessed. And it really can be classy and sophisticated rather than haphazard and sad.
But sometimes I think I'm actually becoming that woman, just with brown hair instead of blonde... I think I'm becoming victim to the power of the animal. I've fallen prey (oh hardy har har!).
Evidence: this look
kills me (in the good kind of I DIE way). But I just don't care. I love it.
Torn by Ronny Kobo, $139What's my sentence, lovies? Should I just resign myself to a lifetime of lipstick stains, hairspray comas and malfunctinoing underpinnings? Or could I pull this off in a sleek, hipster way?
Somehow I think my fate has already been written. And it's not hipster.
(P.S. This is post #100!)