The problem with me is that i love colors. No matter what mood, what era, whatever trend there is, I love my colors.
...but the problem is, i tried to deny it.
The problem with me is that i want to be that girl that wears black and nude and still look chic and happy.
...but the problem is, I don't look happy in black and nude.
The problem with me is that I wanna be both.
...but I can't be both.
The problem with me is that, i tried to be the nude-black wearing lady and bought a lot of clothes in muted tones.
...but the problem is, i hated it the minute i got home.
The problem with me is that i am getting old.
...but my fashion choices are still not getting any older nor wiser.
But i have no problem with this poncho i got from thrifting 4 months ago.
....i have no problem liking it till the day am all wrinkly, toothless and a hundred, probably rocking it in my rocking chair with a cuppa joe in between my shaking veiny hands.
Yup! I can definitely see myself growing old with this one.