Here’s another sign that I am getting old: I don’t understand the fashions of today. For instance: On the subway ride home there were two mid-teen girls who were both wearing mini shorts with lumberjack socks and one had moccasins on her feet, the other had Birkenstocks. Ugly as hell.
But before that, I saw this lovely lady walking in front of me. I started laughing out loud and tore through my purse to find my camera and I didn’t even bother turning off the flash to be surreptitious. Eff that, her shirt was screaming for a picture. My pleasure!
It’s a little bunched up, so I will help: It reads “COMMING TO THE PARTY?”
Oh boy. That paired with the acid washed multi-ruffle mini skirt and smelly old flip flops, I’m going to decline the invitation.
The part that I find the most upsetting is the huge arrow pointing to her head
HAHA!! I hadn’t even noticed that! HA!