Yesterday's work outfit. Kind of a missy costume, but I was feeling it, especially the newly thrifted skirt, which I like to see as a late 1990's Prada print. I can't wait for bare-leg weather, though I guess that's going to mean shaving my legs. It's been what, five months? I keep hoping that one day I'll just look gone and it will be gone, like it will get the hint that it's not needed, or the friction from my pants will rub it off. No?