This jumper is one of my favorite things that I never wear. Before you argue with me that the previous sentence makes no sense-tence, let me explain. I really like the idea of this jumper, and how it looks hanging on the front of my dresser, but it's a tough piece to style. A few days ago, though, I channeled my inner infant train conductor (we all have one) and came up with this silly little outfit. It's a little weird, but if you (don't) know me (at all), you know I'm all about trying new things (rarely). Speaking of weird things, I've been feeling like a weird thing myself lately. Since I got back from California, I've been feeling pretty funky (and not in the good, Saturday Night Fever way, either). Work feels funky. My relationships with this city and this house feel funky. My relationships in general feel funky. Last night, I went out to a concert with my boss and some of his pals, and we saw a band called the Two Man Gentlemen Band, who were funky also (but in the good, Saturday Night Fever Way). See, funky. And weird. Another funky and weird (but good) thing? This book of Kurt Vonnegut's short stories I'm reading and posing with in these pictures.
