Tomorrow, I have a team meeting with one of my prominent clients, a good thing, in terms of escaping the office and potentially spending the afternoon in a productive manner that does not involve becoming enraged by some of the vapidity and myopic analysis of Jezebel articles. Clearly, the summer has been molasses slow for me. Since my knees have mostly heeled, seemingly no further scarred than before, I will probably wear a dress and a suit jacket. What I would actually like to be wearing are these tailored, high-waisted caramelized ochre shorts and accompanying tweed jacket. Every single item clothing this waifish model is one that I have been coveting and yearning for painfully the past few months. Alas. Thankfully, global pharmaceutical brand teams care little for how I cover my body, provided it is indeed covered, and I will more than likely be obscured by some conference table. Such logic is little consolation to my wardrobe greed, however.
(image taken from That Kind of Woman)