Okay…keeping it real, I call them my man legs.
And I got them from my Dad.
Hat – Gap, Booties – Browns, Socks & Sweater – TJ Maxx, Skirt – Guess – thrifted, Bag – Fossil – thrifted
Now I know this would be considered a big fat
in every fashion magazine out there.
"You're too old for this style."
"Your calves are too large and the horizontal stripes on the socks just accentuate this misfortune."
Good thing I don't take their advice.
The only one that judges my fashion choices is this one…
And as you can see since she wears the same damn furry pants each and every single day she isn't one to criticize.
You know the saying…
pugs in glass houses don't throw bones.