Don't cha just love the internet? How what you wear can illicit utter disgust from people you don't even know? The MySpace Muses thing in WWWD, where I was featured, has been providing chuckles a-plenty. It seems that the outfit they featured is really quite horrifying to some:
I mean why would anyone dare wear an orange jacket and a grey vest! Oh the humanity! The Horror! Perhaps Britni thinks I should have worn it with a nice, sensible black blazer? And actually, I might just channel my inner Michael Jackson in another outfit...probably complete with one white glove!
Sadly for the likes of 'Britni' (I'm imagining a typical Valley girl right now) I'm not one for crying into my cornflakes about how everyone hates the way I look. Nope. I'm afraid it simply encourages me to dress even dafter. Oh yes, I am that contrary. Offensive? I'll give you offensive.
This morning, fuelled by a desire to look like a dog's dinner just to offend all the Britni's out there, I dressed like I'd fallen into my closet. I mixed florals, tweed, tie dye, random print and zebra stripes. Hell yeah!
Are your eyes hurting yet Britni? Come on, have a closer look.
Oooh look at all those hideous prints together! Feel the pain Britni. Feel the pain.
Queen Michelle
