Crazy cat ladies, unite! I got this ridiculous vintage shirt at the “Egyptian Bazaar” on Broadway for five bones. It was nestled between some seriously legit caftans. And when it comes to caftans, the last thing you want is a ‘legit’ one… trust me. I didn’t even realize it had cats on it, but hey—bonus in my book.
Next stop? Airbrushed kitten sweatshirts!
In other news, I like to wear all white, and Rob and I have a habit of wrapping our beer glasses in handkerchiefs and a rubber band after we pull them out of the freezer, as evidenced above. Define indulgent. [World Wide Sportsman, represent.]
I’m starting to think I should only venture out in this shirt if I’m going to pair it with bell bottoms and huaraches. Fry like bacon, freshman piggies!
p.s. Speaking of cats, I swear, this is why YouTube was invented.