Button-front: Goodwill — Skirt and ring: Gift — Tights: Fab.com (Hot Sox) — Booties: Shoe shop in Santa Cruz — Earrings: Hand-me-down
Can you tell that this entire outfit was built around the tights?
They make me feel like an okapi! I can’t lick my eye with my tongue yet, but we’re getting there.
I think I’ll be getting a lot of wear out of them in the next few months, at least until it gets too cold for sheer tights. Then I might layer them with some fishnet or lace tights to make a craaaazy pattern intersection!
(Incidentally, there’s something about this picture that makes me look so much like my mom’s side of the family; I think it’s the pointy nose. Either way, it makes me smile. Do you see that sort of thing in pictures of yourself?)
I’m still a little terrified of putting a snag or run in them, but I got through one day, at least! The sheer panels make them seem extra-fragile and fancy to me, even though they didn’t cost any more than most of my pairs of tights. I hope I can carry them through at least one season before they succumb to my clumsiness.
Oh yeah, I guess I wore other clothes too and stuff. Without the tights, I’m not sure I would have felt this was an interesting-enough outfit to document; I love the shape of this skirt, and I’ve had it for eons, but the olive is sort of dull and tired, like the skirt is sighing from exhaustion after all the times I’ve worn it. It doesn’t really work with black in the way I’d like it to. Maybe a reinvigorating dye job is in order?
At least the little bow for this blouse is a small, fun detail. I’ll have to do a retrospective at the end of Neutrals Week (a.k.a. tomorrow) to see why I struggled with this outfit more than the others.
Now we shift to last night and the evening “costume” I threw together for trick-or-treaters!
I had been semi-planning on doing tiger facepaint for work this year before the group costume was announced, and after that I figured that I may as put it on after work anyway to keep the festivities going. Obviously I did it kind of slapdash, and my fine motor skills have never been anything to brag about, but I’m pretty happy with how it turned out as a first try. (Not sure what’s going on with the stripes at the top of my face; they look like “cut here” dashes on an arts-and-crafts printout.)
A couple kiddies yelled “YOU’RE A TIGER!!!” at me when I opened the door, which if nothing else proves that however much our public school systems may be foundering, at least kids can identify basic wild animals. Maybe next year I’ll be an oryx, to give them a challenge.