I’m so non-committal to my other stylish frocks, albeit the perfectly exposed pockets and neo-destroyed personality of these vintage cutoffs has transformed me into something of the denim freak. There, I've said it!
Bogarting all of my apparel affections, for now, I’m touting them as long as humanly possible, while the style gods and obviously confused climate semi-sanctions such gloriously short attire.
Well, we all have our fetishes… mine’s just slightly more publicized than the norm, despite the jealous anguish of my closet’s contents. But in jest, I start wondering… is this some sort of crisis? A fashion haze spawned by one too many cocktails?
Have I really become a denim addict?
Nine West Cuzza boots, the newest addition to my Shoeology. And yes... lots of pictures! I was undecided.