Warning: Shallow waters ahead.
Here’s what I’m wearing today: A stripy Nanette Lepore jacket, fitted skirt from Anthropologie with jaunty front buttons, navy tights, and these buckle-toed Coach wedges I found at Filene’s Basement. Separately, every one of these items has character. Together, the effect was not bad, precisely, but kind of Hill staffer. And, truth be told, I felt kind of Hill staffer-esque: anxious and antsy and like I ought to speak in acronyms.
I know it’s a bit foolish, but on days like this, when I think I look poorly turned-out, I feel unremarkable, too. I understand how silly that is, especially since I recognise the connection. Shouldn’t I just will myself to get over it?
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