Oh, oh no...
So, the other day a good friend of mine pointed out that I was wearing something 'she always saw the Catholic school kids wear.'
I looked down at my outfit. I was in a turquoise polo with khaki pants. Oh my freaking Lord. I was, on my own God given free will, wearing a uniform I was subjected to for 18 years.
I recalled a uniform I hated, and wondered how it could turn a calculated fashion decision only a few short years later.
HELP!
I looked down at my outfit. I was in a turquoise polo with khaki pants. Oh my freaking Lord. I was, on my own God given free will, wearing a uniform I was subjected to for 18 years.
I recalled a uniform I hated, and wondered how it could turn a calculated fashion decision only a few short years later.
HELP!