tight tweeds and secret needs

On most days I wake up groggily and stumble to grab any clothes in less than five minutes. That is all I have to select and get changed. Today, whilst walking past a reflecting surface at the interchange, it hit me that I looked fetishistic. Shit. To which other people said the same, with silly smiles on their faces, topped off with stupid winks. Christ.

“You look like Madame”.

So, I decided to retort, “At least I can look like Madame”.

I think it’s the skirt with its zippers. And the boots. And the belt. And the Schoolgirlish top. Having been previously accused of looking fetishistic many-a-time. Well, a different kind of accusation. Let’s see the number of themes they’ve identified in me. Nun, schoolgirl, librarian, Madame, Secretary, etcetera. Until these days I have some fun figuring them out too.

It’s scary how so many people tell me I make things look themed. Unintentionally, that is. You know, one day if I turned into a full-blown Fetishist, you know just who’s fault it is. Ahh well, I love the boots, which were a gift, and are over four inches high. I always like pointy-toed stuff, so this is no exception.

It makes my legs look long, anyhows. I love legs. It’s quite freaky how people remember me as The Girl With Legs. I used to cut classes alot in junior college, and my skirt wasn’t even short then. After I left, I was told by acquaintances of friends who remembered me as the girl with long legs. That was before I started dabbling with short skirts. Ahh well, legs are made for walking. G’night world.

top: Red

skirt: Mango

belt: Mango

cuff: Purple Smoke

boots: Chinese Laundry