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When I don’t know what the fuck to wear I click over to the men’s section and put together outfits. Sometimes I have people I know in mind, sometimes I’m just like, “Oh yeah, Future Boyfriend would slay it in that charcoal wool military jacket.”
This always jump starts the creative juices. It’s like how painters decided to take up metal welding to “get away” from their craft in hopes of finding inspiration through obscurity. Right? Yeah, that sounds about right.
Any way, then I’ll add the pieces to the cart and then look at all of them, picture them together, and sometimes e-mail the “YOU SHOULD WEAR THIS. U LOOK GOOD IN GREEN OK,” links to my friends. I can’t be alone on this (okay maybe that last part, still).
All the ladies dressing the boys down and out? hollar.

When I don’t know what the fuck to wear I click over to the men’s section and put together outfits. Sometimes I have people I know in mind, sometimes I’m just like, “Oh yeah, Future Boyfriend would slay it in that charcoal wool military jacket.”

This always jump starts the creative juices. It’s like how painters decided to take up metal welding to “get away” from their craft in hopes of finding inspiration through obscurity. Right? Yeah, that sounds about right.

Any way, then I’ll add the pieces to the cart and then look at all of them, picture them together, and sometimes e-mail the “YOU SHOULD WEAR THIS. U LOOK GOOD IN GREEN OK,” links to my friends. I can’t be alone on this (okay maybe that last part, still).

All the ladies dressing the boys down and out? hollar.