I’m a bit grumpy today. Last night some guy drove past our house with his music so loud that all the windows started vibrating. I thought it was the Rapture. To you, guy, who plays music that only people on face-eating superdrugs can listen to so loud at three in the morning, I would like to say – eat dicks.
On to the next topic: Friday Fancies this week is all about outfit crushes, so I decided to do a few what
a whore I wore inserts.
These are some of the recent outfits I wore to work in the last two weeks. Sorry about the blurriness of the last one, I couldn't find the higher res one, so took one from Instagram.
First up is my utterly eighties getup. The punch in the air was to pay tribute to Judd Nelson. I failed though. Breakfast Club, however, is much cooler.
It's still summer up in this place, so a short shift dress with a lemony jacket seemed perfect for our cooler-than-most-other-places-in-South-Africa Joburg weather.
Ugh. Blurry photo.
Yeah, uh huh, you know what is
black and yellow, black and yellow.