One Flew over the Cuckoo's Nest

I most truly utterly believe from time to time that I can be a little...off or as society would put it "nuts". I'm sure every single one of you can relate to this feeling. Or maybe not, y'all (yeah I said it.) have your own way of living. If you have no idea what I mean, let me enlighten for a bit. Throughout the scorching death of summer, I refuse to wear anything "breathable" or comfortable. Stubbornly, I'll squeeze into my leather pants and knit sweaters as I incessantly sweat out my body weight throughout the course of a typical summer day. Take my word for it, this is not a joke. On the other hand, during the bitterly cold winters, I create this illusion that my entire body is in flames then POOF! I'm miraculously shielded from the reality of ever catching hypothermia with my skirts, tees and fall jackets. I'm sure you can paint the rest of the picture. Though I don't believe you would ever willingly include my Margiela for H&M distorted leather jacket in this picture of yours. To be honest, I cannot properly define my adoration for the jacket. Though I am proud to say, I get this sense of urgency to solve crime and fight bad guys as if Toronto was my Gotham. You're probably thinking, "Girl you cray!" With all jokes aside, this wonderful statement piece screeched out my name the very first time our eyes met at the store. So I did what any humble Canadian would do, I gave it a home. Important Note: This was love at first sight.

I spy with my chinese eyes a three legged miniature truck. If I ever get my license, I'll dub thee "three legged creature" as my sole mean of transportation. It'll happen. Just wait.

Hat- Big it up; Shirt- Thrift; Skirt- Free the People; Jacket- Margiela for H&M; Sneakers- Aldo; Backpack- Roots

Adieu,

Didi