I’ve made it to the second portion of my vacation: my parent’s house. Where, like any self-respecting 22 year old, I plan to do nothing but eat and attempt to coax them into buying me things. Although, unfortunately like all good things: my mooching spring vacation, the brief sense of satisfaction from Volchok punching Leighton Meester in the face (que that scene from The Rommate), the world come this December, seven days of plaid has come to an end.
(I don’t want to talk about what happened to my windows post move out)
I like to refer to today’s tartan as the slightly sad older brother of day three. I’m wearing a flannel long sleeve button up in Malcolm plaid and black slim slacks from American Apparel. I found this hat at, you guessed it, Value Village.
Well, it’s been a hoot and a half folks. The plaid might be over but the clothes sure aren’t — check back for more updates.
