Weekday update #30: She's Got Fur On Her Sleeves!!

Well, today marks the last day of clothes I hate. Today's hated item: these corduroy, bell bottom pants. Just can't stand them and don't ask me why. Probably because with this afro, I look like I just stepped out of 1970. Not that there's anything wrong with that. Honestly, the economy is probably just the same now as it was then! The real issue that I have with these pants is that the bell at the bottom just appears to be too darn big for my frame. I've tripped on this bottom too many times and have fallen twice. That's why I don't like them. They don't function in the way I think they should. I just hope I never have to make a mad dash for it in these pants, or I'm toast!
(Diane von Furstenberg jacket; Brooks Bros. button down; vintage belt; Abercrombie & Fitch pants; Dries van Noten boots)

Channeling a little bit of that fur flying around at NY fashion week, here is my Hong Kong street market sweater from three years ago. Worn alone, it's a little walking on the wild side. But layered over a sheer shirt with rolled up sleeves, it's actually toned down enough for walking in broad daylight. The polka dots pumps are really not supposed to go with anything. It's just there to make me smile. Polka dots have that power. :)