Wednesday, March 28, 2012
I can't believe this sexy tiger stares with menacing amber eyes upon an elementary school. Doesn't he seem like a mascot for switchblade fights and wild make out sessions at some raging rock and roll high school? When I noticed it was an elementary school, I started to feel kind of pervy posing there in my pencil skirt and tight 50s cashmere top. Of course, I'm not a perv -- just a 33 year old gal with juvenile delinquent daydreams, manifested in my sartorial choices.
This is the kind of outfit I wear when I want to feel tough, and strength is what I've been needing this last week or so. I've been spending a large portion of my time helping a family member get into rehab. I've been angry, sad, stressed. I've prayed, practically pleaded with God. I forgot to breath. I tried hard to control the situation. I let go, and my brother turned himself into rehab on his own just yesterday, and now happiness dances in my heart. Yes, it's been a rough week, but I l have learned so much, and I hope to apply all I've learned the next time that my strength is called upon.
love to the lost,
Outfit: 50s vintage pencil skirt, 50s cashmere top, Cole Haan penny loafers (everything thrifted).