I don’t know a thing about fashion, nor do I care. And this is how bad I am: Today, I bought a pretty sweater because I love the colour. A colour Paul would have hated! (Bile green, he’d have called it.) It was on sale though, and I liked it. And it was buy one, get one 50% off, so I bought another one, too. (But a different colour and one that Paul may have approved of.)
And the only shoes I have for my jeggings are a pair of fake Prada’s that I got on sale a couple of years ago. Only the black plastic “pleather” stuff is peeling off the heels. And I can’t find my black electrical tape, so I am colouring in the cheap white plastic underneath with a black marker.
And for all of this, the only name brand item – and one I’ll have paid full price for – is the Sharpie. Yes folks, only name brand office supplies for this geek!
I know I will probably look ridiculous in my get-up, but if it’s comfortable, I don’t care. And if you don’t like it, just don’t look at me.