(risto jacket, IAN RN dress underneath, vintage nightie from jayne, chloe sevs x oc paisley tights, madewell boots)
So I have determined that my lewk for the spring can be best described as an amalgam of Victorian grandma elf. Victorian grandma elf leaves a lot of room for interpretation so there's many directions I can go with this. This weekend I took it that idea to its logical extreme for a trip to Michigan Avenue because I derive a perverse joy in wearing something weird when I go to Chicago's Mecca for Normals. People stared. Salespeople in stores ignored me. And all the while I chuckled inside because I felt great about what I wearing and, well, I kind of don't give a fuck? It's taken me 26 years to get to a place within myself where I can wear things like a giant floor-length ruffled sheer nightie in public and I intend on enjoying every last minute of it.
Ridiculous outfit calls for practical, no-nonsense combat boots and paisley tights, right? Right.