21 Oct 2009 fell from a fairytale

Express perfect black dress.
Thermal cut into cardigan.
Mismatched wool socks stolen from my mom.
Thrifted gold necklace worn in hair.

To add to my kick of using things inappropriately (tube tops as dresses, jewelry as hair accessories, cigarettes as therapy), I wore a necklace on my head today. Had several exchanges that went something like:

-”I like your headband!”
“Haha thanks, it’s a necklace!”
-”Oh…dork.”

Pffft. You know, in this economy we have to be industrious, and I like anything that makes me feel like a medieval princess.