Here’s the thing about disguising my face on this blog: often, that’s what I want to do. Occasionally it’s too impractical for how I feel at the exact moment of uploading/blog posting, so I leave my eyes in. There we go, quirk addressed.
In previous years I have felt uncomfortable with the thin strip of stomach and back skin that gets bared with this top. That’s been a pain, because I reeeeeally like this top; it’s the perfect blend of 30s librarian with the froofier excesses of its mother-brand Baby, the Stars Shine Bright. But getting into this whole “fitness” and “enjoyable exercise” thing has pissed on those horrible fireworks, and I am released! Expect to see a lot more of this jumper. Especially now that I have my undercut, because that means LESS DANDRUFF! On black. Oooh I’m a delightful writer.