Rain. Again. The January weather in Seattle makes you want to hide. It makes you pull on the same three pairs of go with everything tights everyday because nothing else is practical. It makes you wear your boots to shreds until the rain water leaks in through the cracks in the soles. It makes you want to pull yourself as far as you can into your biggest coat as though it were a turtle shell. It makes you hide behind your sunglasses even on the darkest days. Straightened hair goes ratty and curled hair goes rattier.
I was trying to dress like I was going downtown because I was indeed, going downtown, but I ended up feeling frumpy, cold, and above all things, wet.
Anyway, I went downtown in a wrinkly skirt and my boots filled up with dirty rain water and I STILL looked better than nearly everyone I saw all day. And endless sea of wind-breakers and fleece pullovers.
I'm letting my lilac hair color slowly wash out. I bought the ash blonde toner today. It looked fucking fierce and wig-like on the swatch. Though technically the swatch was a wig...
Hat, Coat, Umbrella, Jacket/Top, and Skirt are vintage, Boots are Forever 21, Scarf was found, Glasses are Betsey Johnson. Nail Polish is China Glaze in Purple Panic (Neon).