What I Wore: TD x C Rodeo
This ones from the night before. That clutch is actually a mens portfolio that I’ve been trotting around like a little puppy rescued from an abusive shelter that only feeds its creatures bark once a week, or something. The general reaction is always a very excited ode to Shit Girls Say a la, oh my goodness, you did not buy the Celine, tell me you did buy the Celine, how the shit did you find it? To which I respond while flashing the label, “nope, Coach Mens.” And then the excitement turns to confusion and I laugh, wallet thicker than it would have been should the initial speculation have been correct, and that’s always the end of that correspondence. Now this is the end of this one. Bye!