I got bored today and I redid a window in my room. To compliment it, I put together this outfit that for some reason feels very Virgin Suicides. It's the kind of thing I'd really like to wear on a swing somewhere. I can't really put my finger on why. I bought the scarf from this old guy the owned this thrift store in this random basement near Skidmore. It is obviously blessed so I'm obsessed with it.
For me, decorating my room has become just as enjoyable as getting dressed. Interior decorating was actually the reason I got into fashion in the first place, weirdly enough. In middle school I would make collages for my "dream room" it would have giant Japanese screen prints and pastel green walls. When I found that redoing my room was economically impossible I translated my obsession with making rooms pretty into wearing aesthetically pleasing clothing.
I hope all that celebrate it have a merry Christmas!