2 Mar 2009
5:10 pm
I swear to God people, you cannot make shinola like this up! I guess Naomi read some sort of article about recession chic called "shop your own closet." OK, no biggie, so far so good right? Wrong! Wrong to the tenth power. I'm guessing that the article suggested digging out an old suit jacket and freshening it up by rolling up the sleeves and adding a few bracelets. Something along those lines. I'm guessing it didn't suggest cracking open an old trunk that's been in storage for 20+ years and assembling an excruciating combo that causes your coworker's hair to stand on end.
Girlfriend showed up to work today wearing (I'll space out the description to allow you to flinch along to every word) pleated...gauchos...cut from the palest baby blue denim...and a leather... jacket... with shoulder pads. It was one of those bat wing sleeve ones, that are a bit short at the waist. Anyway, I gasped audibly when I encountered her in the kitchen. I'm not totally clear on what happened after that because I got a little dizzy.
I wonder if there's any medically documented cases of people fainting or sustaining other injuries as a result of exposure to f'd up fashion. Anyway, I'm obviously going to have to work way-way harder if I want to save her from herself. I'm in awe.
