Hell has officially frozen over:
See that? That's pink. Really, REALLY pink. A pink article of clothing that I bought for myself.
I blame Audiette for this. She has broken something inside me and now I crave fuschia accessories. I spent well over an hour today wandering around on my very sore feet (fucking brand new boots
) looking for hot pink strappy sandals. I should have gone home and gotten the other half of my sleep that was sacrificed upon the altar of DAYSHIFT, but no. I went looking for pink things instead.
This probably sounds not nearly as earth-shattering as it is because you aren't familiar with my personal fashion sense. (Well, not You, love. You're the obvious exception. ) Let's do a bit of background story here. Okay, image first:
This is my wardrobe. Are you beginning to see my point yet? Right, well, basically that's been the color scheme of my wardrobe since I started picking my own clothes. The black section has been steadily growing, the pastels all took a hike Years ago, and the last time anything remotely resembling pink was in there was when my mom bought me a rose twinset thing that I kept around to humour her.
Simply put, I do not wear pink. I do not buy pink to wear. I most certainly don't sacrifice sleep to go in search of pink to match the pink I have inexplicably purchased.
I think this may be the overture to Armageddon.
[edited because I was a zombie and forgot to give you a tidbit of trivia]:
Despite the amount of black that I wear, my favourite color is purple.
See that? That's pink. Really, REALLY pink. A pink article of clothing that I bought for myself.
I blame Audiette for this. She has broken something inside me and now I crave fuschia accessories. I spent well over an hour today wandering around on my very sore feet (fucking brand new boots
) looking for hot pink strappy sandals. I should have gone home and gotten the other half of my sleep that was sacrificed upon the altar of DAYSHIFT, but no. I went looking for pink things instead.
This probably sounds not nearly as earth-shattering as it is because you aren't familiar with my personal fashion sense. (Well, not You, love. You're the obvious exception. ) Let's do a bit of background story here. Okay, image first:
This is my wardrobe. Are you beginning to see my point yet? Right, well, basically that's been the color scheme of my wardrobe since I started picking my own clothes. The black section has been steadily growing, the pastels all took a hike Years ago, and the last time anything remotely resembling pink was in there was when my mom bought me a rose twinset thing that I kept around to humour her.
Simply put, I do not wear pink. I do not buy pink to wear. I most certainly don't sacrifice sleep to go in search of pink to match the pink I have inexplicably purchased.
I think this may be the overture to Armageddon.
[edited because I was a zombie and forgot to give you a tidbit of trivia]:
Despite the amount of black that I wear, my favourite color is purple.
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How are you?
I think the pics of you in 'your pics' are great, infact they're stunning!
Are you going to have a set on the site then? do you know when its going up? i'll look forward to it!!
take care
P.S i don't go in for pink much either!
Thats funy about your pink garter belt. I hate pink too. No matter what, I just never really liek it, but on thursday, I bought a pink scarf.
So weird, but I love it......I guess times are changing. Your closit is alot like mine though: half of it is all black clothing. So another high five to us! heh, oh man, I'm cool.