outfits of shame...

When I had the idea to create a blog, I must admit I really considered basing it solely around people in my school whose outfits are just....well...you know, shameful to someone who values fahion highly. But then I thought, if the blog ever hopes to get enough traffic, I might have to ask my friends to read it, and that would start a major problem in my school (remember that Disney movie, Read it and Weep, where the school found out she was writing about them and they all decided to hate her?) Yeah, that doesn't sound so good.

Nevertheless, I really do find it interesting to post about outfits of glory and outfits of the opposite. Although I wish I could always have my camera glued to me and be able to discreetly shoot anyone I see, I don't. So I will resort to the wonderful polyvore.com to show you what I have seen.

Here we go: outfit of glory, seen while ice skating last night, which my friends looked at like, "What the heck?" but I liked.

She had on the cutest geometric tights with a long-ish zebra frock and a purple cardigan over top, with a little pink beret. It made me feel like we should have been skating somewhere in Paris.