It’s a beautiful early morning. Still, clean, clear, sunny.
I wish I was going to the beach rather than work, because of course then I could wear my denim bikini rather than the full length office attire warm-enough-to-stop-frostbite-in-the-chill-of-air-conditioning outfit that I AM wearing.
Let me make a pre-emptive apology this morning to my work colleagues.
My apologies if you happen to catch a glimpse of my coin slot, or as I like to call it, the crack of intellect.
Today’s jeans ride low and the t-shirt tides a bit high. There could be glimpses and I don’t mean of the ocean. So sorry in advance, but what’s a girl to do? There are rules to this denim thing and I’m simply following them.
Top: Not worn for a while Ladakh pin striped jacket. I just noticed there’s a staple keeping the label on. Classy
Bottom: Sportsgirl denim snugfit low riders. Crack alert
Accessory: Denim shoulder bag with fluoro decals, carrying my tax