I still like wearing a uniform. La la la. So easy and happy-making.
It goes like this:
- Tshirt, generally with something on it. Today, elvis costello purchased at the actual show, duh, remember? $30. I KNOW. Stupid.
- Skirt. Always. Often girly. This one's a plaid pencil skirt. $4.
- Tights. Usually. Today, old lacey hole-y tights. $0. Old.
- Boots, preferably combat or motorcycle. These are my awesome $10 Frye motorcycle boots.
- Man blazer. Plaid. Or sometimes a cardigan. This one is fantastic, vintage, teal-y blues, maroon and black. $10.
- Sometimes a belt (usually the kind with rivets or studs). But not today.
- Depending on my mood, a bunch of jewelry or none. You have to go there or just not. Today, not.
- I have to mix up patterns. Not a little. A lot. Lace, plaids, print tshirt. Gawd, so effing 80s. Madonna. Y'know.
- Special addition on this nippy morning: My fingerless gloves, made by Alice.
What I would change about this outfit now that I've seen the photo:
- Nothing. That's the thing about the uniform. It's always perfect.
- Although. Let us be honest. There's nothing unusual about the uniform. It's not just MY uniform. It's the uniform of 67% of people in the Bay Area, yeah?
Total outfit cost: Damn rockandroll tshirt. $54. Usually the uniform isn't so spendy.
And now, because I know how much you like endless photographs, here are more examples of the uniform.