What worked this morning was a baggy tunic, black leggings, and knee high boots. At six-thirty am, after a super busy weekend, and very little sleep, I didn’t have many fucks to give to my look.
You’re lucky I got up at all.
While not particularly stylish, this ensemble was quite comfortable. It was kind of fun wearing boots again, too. Oh and the tunic has pockets! You know I love pockets. (I have this tunic in black too).
Dude… as the younger than me by six months folks say… comfort is king. And those boots are definitely, how does one say…? The shit. Or similar.
Thank you!