Phsychadelic and pop art prints on jumpers have firmly asserted their dominance in my wadrobe. My love for People Under the Stairs, Jurassic 5 and the one and only Tribe has manifested itself in my footwear d'jour and as of late. The existence of suit trousers, tailored jackets, slinky blouses and brogues has completely been forgotten, which has resulted in about 70% of my wardrobe's contents suffering from serious neglect. Backpacks have been replacing purses, sneakers brogues and boots and my demeanor regressing to my high-school years of basketball and softball.
I am most certainly not holding myself responsible for this bout of hip hip attire that has befallen me, but I am already beginning to hear the onset of alarm bells ringing in the far-off distance, reminding me that my tailored pieces do in fact still exist and that my jerseys and jumpers might need the occasional rest. As stated in my last post, my Bettys are starting to look like they are suffering from insomnia. They haven't seen a day's rest in weeks. Until the point of excess has been reached, which I feel is imminent, I will continue gorging on all things jersey, perforated, sports-inspired while happily bobbing my head to Skee-Lo - "I Wish".