As a writer, and English major or sorts, I'm a big fan of symbolism, and interpreting texts. It's probably because I'm currently stuck in the quick sand of knee deep in a whole bunch of great works of literature right now, so I kind of can't resist analyzing my outfit. I've been wearing a lot of pick me up pieces this week. My sassy cowboy boots have been worn a few times, and you might have seen the terrifying shark shirt I wore in my last post. My red socks in today's post symbolize both my red-hot rage at the amount of work I have to get through, my romantic misadventures, and my passionate determination to push forward. The fact that I am wearing the colors of both ketchup and mustard suggest that I am hungry. That I've rolled up my pants is symbolic of the swampy, academic waters I am currently wading through, attempting to make it to the other side without wetting my pants. I won't get into what it means that I'm wearing a shirt covered in bunnies.
Blouse: H&M, Sweater: Madewell, Jeans: Levi's, Socks: Forever 21, Shoes: Dolce Vita via Marshall's