Perfectly Glossed Kisses,
So many of my winter outfits involve boxy silhouettes and chunky sweaters, so today I was itching to just keep it simple with a more feminine dress. Being black lace, though, this dress always unleashes my secret penchant for dressing like an angsty goth teenager. Enter my creepers. I love my creepers. I feel like they're a piece of my fifteen-year-old, St. Mark's Place-traipsing soul that are still totally okay, even cool(?) to wear. I may have thrown out my badass flame-covered creepers from high school in an ill-advised closet clean-out, but these make me feel better with their unique transparent top (that I usually end up blocking out with black tights anyway, because, visible toes in creepers, agh!).
Handbags & Hugs,