
This morning it took me a whole hour to get dressed. It usually does, but usually it's 75% dozing off in my bra; today I spent the whole time quite actively running around crying after items I don't own.
jumper from mum,
studded belt from brother;
skirt & tights from H&M.
My wardrobe isn't big in any case, but my winter gear is limited to a collection of two thick baggy jumpers, both of which I'm sick of by now, so today I dived into my mother's closet and found... another baggy jumper. Everyone thought I looked like Tove Jansson. Luckily my brother found his studded belt. I've been wanting one for a while.
PS that skirt is so bloody faded!

& I'm also sick of self-timer. And the mess in my room and consequent lack of sensible backgrounds. And my camera which seems to be damaged, see the lines in the black parts of the picture?