There were multiple iterations of today’s outfit.
Which goes to show you that I must own an embarrassing amount of animal print items for me to be able to have so many choices. Some of them have got tags still attached.
Insert shame spiral here.
Anyhow, I settled on this particular ensemble because, believe it or not, the weather has turned balmy enough for skinnies and booties. Okay, I may be delusional to think that the high 80s is balmy, but heat has become relative ever since my New Haven adventure.
I’ve had this top for two seasons now but hadn’t incorporated it in a single outfit because I guess I haven’t been in a tunic sort of mood. Now that I’ve discovered the secret of the half tuck, however, I think it’s time for this baby’s day in the sun.
The pants are another juniors sizing number. I really ought to just ignore anything with odd numbers on the tag because my body is no longer shaped like a junior, but I couldn’t resist the price and the issues I’ve got with it are nothing a belt can’t fix.
Okay, since I have nothing else to say about this outfit that won’t sound redundant or obvious, my intrepid TAs suggested I write a story about an actual skinny leopard that my subject line mentions. And being the quirky TAs that they are, there ensued an amusing discussion about bulimia, leopards in the wild, beef bags and the fact that the female leopard probably wears the pants in the relationship. But not really.
And that, my friends, is the last time I try to blog and listen to my TAs at the same time.