Today, I finally discovered the perfect mistake.
as a sweater...
& as a pair of pants.
Waking up to a
cool breeze coming through my fifth floor window with three missing blinds that
happen to be laying on top of me I was instinctively determined to wear a
sweater today. Barely awoke and already running late to prepare for my ten o’clock
class I anxiously grabbed my favorite sweater, ran to the mirror, put my leg in
the arm of the right sleeve, then left. I looked in the mirror with confusion
of why my legs were in the arms of my sweater and intrigued by the possibility this
mistake could have. I imagined a great outfit; therefore, I found a belt and a
couple of my crafty utensils and got to work.
With Love, Elle.
