A: Okay, I know this is a whole outfit full of fashion cliche but I like (almost) everything about this:
|source: The Sartorialist|
M: I would wear this right now this very second GIMME THOSE SHOES AND NO ONE GETS HURT.
A: I KNOW RIGHT. And there's something so satisfyingly early-90s about matte black tights with clunky shoes. I'm showing my age.
M: Hush. It's perfect. Her hair has Seasonal Affective Disorder, though.
A: Yeah, and are we still doing arm parties? But the coat! The bag! THE SHOES.
M: Extremity parties make me tired.
A: I tried a neck party once and it made my head real tired. That sounds dirtier than I meant it to.
M: Yeah, no one wants to hear about your exhausted head/neck areas.
A: Well! Excuse me. I will just keep my extremity party details to myself I guess. You aren't invited.
M: I'm just saying, maybe don't tell people about your neck parties making your head tired.
A: It's like this one time, when I tried to put a collar on Stella and she hit the ground like I'd tied a weight around her neck. Like that.
M: HA. I'm surprised she didn't kill you in your sleep.
A: Me too. No neck parties for that cat!
M: Or anyone.