Tres Ghetto
I kind of respect myself for wearing crap no other woman would be caught dead in. It’s funny.
Of course, I appreciate the very tailored, very classic dressing aesthetic my mom has bequeathed upon me; sort of like Carolina Herrera meets Anthropologie meets journalist’s salary.
But when nothing is clean, I am not past throwing on the wrinkled black polyester Express pants and open Christmas sweater vest over a way-too-low cami. Top it off with hoop earrings and a too-dressy white gold necklace, and I am tres ghetto.
November 20th, 2008 at 4:53 pm
If you had on your white Indiana weather jacket it’d be even better.
November 20th, 2008 at 4:58 pm
Honey you know I did!
November 20th, 2008 at 4:59 pm
is that garbage in the background?!?
November 20th, 2008 at 5:08 pm
LOL, uh, yeah
November 21st, 2008 at 4:02 pm
haha what happened to your mouth? is that your ghetto look?
November 21st, 2008 at 4:03 pm
Thanks babe. I have herpes. Guess I shoulda told you that before.
November 21st, 2008 at 5:04 pm
AAHHHH… that’s ok… ever heard of ghonasphylaids? you will