Being that it is May, I think we should all move past our comfort zones (you know, May flowers and all). For me, I have this thing for leggings. I wear them like everyday, you can dress them up, you can dress them down, they're sexy but not gross, they work in warm or cool weather. They are my best friend, kinda.
However, sometimes we encounter people who enjoy taking us out of these said comfort zones, we'll call him George. George has comfort zones of his own, he enjoys boarding school attire, vinyard vines, and other things pastel or bearing similarities to what you might wear in, say, Greenwich.
So I am going cold turkey, no more leggings until June 10th, pas de facile... merde, qu'est ce que je vais faire? je ne sais pas, je ne sais pas...
The solution to this problem, I think, are shorts. I hate jeans... I have them. I hate them, I want to punch them in the face.
Sorry, that was graphic.
BISOUS.
