You know what all my stop-dressing-like-an-undergrad outfits have in common? Psychotic embrace of all neutral colors, that's what. And today is no exception:
Navy blue cardigan, brown tweed dress, grey tights, honey-brown cowboy boots.
Perhaps tomorrow, I'll branch out and wear a color. But only one. Wouldn't want to be hasty. That could cause me to break out in hives.
The lovely freakshow of The Smoking Gun has no qualms about dressing for the occasion, especially when the occasion is arrest and booking. Who regrets their ironic t-shirt NOW, Mr. Pervy Uncle #8?