Here’s this little caftan, first seen two ways back in this post. It’s much colder now, but I was determined to keep my promise:
When I was out taking these pictures today, my coworker B sent me a text that said “Are you skipping 9th period?” In fact—yes, yes I was. It was too beautiful out and I needed an excuse to stand around in the fresh air while old men in Oldsmobiles honked at me.
I’m still trying to figure out why that one parked in the middle of the road right next to me—his wife got out of shotgun, walked around, and got in the backseat. Let’s speculate on that conversation for a minute.
Bessie, your diaper—it needs changin’. Git in the back.
Told you’d wear this caftan in Fall. Didn’t promise it would look good. [I was pissed this morning when I had to get out of our cumulonimbus of a bed and took it out on myself by dressing like a slob.]
[Tigerlily caftan + ASOS booties + Mike & Chris leather shorts + Seventh Door sunglasses + Sir Alistair scarf, and I know, I gotta get some new scarves.]
And this Fillmore super-soft sweatshirt trench I grabbed at a sample sale gave it all that perfect, covetable Bag Lady feel. I’m only missing a walking stick to shake at kids.
I made a friend on this particular sidewalk who watched me walk back and forth from the tripod with blazing yellow eyes:
Nice spot you got there.