(A quick disclaimer: This post started in fashion but ended in feline.)
Why Pat and I can’t shop for one another: browsing Urban Outfitters today before going on a ShitBit rampage has proven to be quite scary for Oat Shit and I…
Just a few weeks ago, I was telling Mizz P to help me pick up random shit bit fashion for me in New York. Her fears and qualms about my apparent taste in fashion meant she felt assaulted when looking out for something for me in UO or AA. And I wondered why.
Anyhow, we thought it’d be interesting to turn to the UO homepage to do some counterpart shopping. I’d pick outfits for her and she, me.
The first thing she picked out was this skeleton shirt and a bullet necklace:
Oat Shiu sees me as a caricature of Taylor Momsen methinks, insult overwhelms. It’s like the golden waist pouch all over again.
Here are the actual items I chose, in order of increasing opposition from Shiu… read more »
