At the start of the day, I had black leather gloves as part of the outfit. I looked at the pictures, thought to myself, “Easy, OJ Simpson,” and promptly removed them. At the start of the day, I also had on a black floppy felt hat. I looked at the pictures, thought to myself, “Easy, Zorro,” and promptly removed it.
Sometimes (all the time) I get a little carried away and end up looking like Mimi from The Drew Carey Show, and it takes some serious outfit editing to bring me back into acceptable-to-be-seen-in-public territory. I can’t quite grasp the difference between getting dressed and playing dress-up; between an outfit and a costume. Po-tay-toe, Po-ta-toe.