Earlier this year, in a moment of particular charm and dexterity, a friend of mine likened the dress I am wearing above to a potato sack. I immediately burned the dress to erase it from both closet and consciousness. Just kidding, what kind of self-respecting fashion enthusiast would I be if I didn’t get shit for my outfits? In fact, I feel like I may have made it, in fashion terms, to a place of potato sack enlightenment.
Excuse me while I meditate some more on this.