At the time of writing this I’m hopped up on more than the daily adult dosage of Cold & Flu meds which means that, apart from being able to see through time and space, I feel really motivated to do two things – twitch my right leg and spring clean the entire house. I’m currently achieving one of those goals (twitchy leg) and putting all the rest of my chemically inspired enthusiasm into writing this post. So if it reads a little over excited then you will know why.
So we stopped Oakley earlier this week not only because we dug her masterful mix of H&M and cool vintage finds (we like that kind of thing). But really I’ve just never crossed a striped shirt I didn’t immediately want to make friends with.
There’s something about a good stripe. It exudes some kind of transformational wizardry on the level that even if a tweaked out Courtney Love walked past me in the street wearing an unflattering shade of lipstick blurred up into her eyeliner, as long as she was wearing this Chinti and Parker top some small part of my brain might say “now there, that’s a lady who’s got it together”. (Possible exaggeration but it’s a nice top).
The point of this whole business is not to say that Oakley is anything like Courtney Love, which she clearly isn’t. Merely to say that we dig on stripes.
Photo by Dom on Nikon D4