It must be the Scottish in me, 'cause Black Watch tartan seems to be working its way into my daily outfits something fierce. I used to wear the skirt above at least once a week last summer because I loved it so much. It hurts to think I've moved on because I still have feelings for it. Clothing really is a love affair.
I thrifted this black watch plaid shirt last week. It's soft as hell and makes me feel like a foxy lumberjack. It's a good feeling.
In other random life news, my Harry Potter kick is still going strong, I love Indian food more than I should and I'm going to see the Pixies at VFest. Once I see Kim Deal actually perform on stage (in the flesh) I will be able to die contentedly.
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