To me now, this outfit is such a weird concept to grasp. I mean I still own about seven checked shirts that I just can't bear to throw out - they hold the memories of learning a sense of individuality and trying to find my fashion identity.
and, I'M WEARING JEANS!
flash back two and a half years and it was all I'd ever be wearing. My wardrobe was filled with every possible colour you could imagine.
I guess everyone has them pair of jeans though? the worn in ones that you can't wear to part with. Well these are mine despite the fact I never wear them.
Don't worry, I won't have eyeliner half way down my face anytime soon.