Nothing about this outfit screams "BIRD!" However, when I thought of the title, I giggled, so I kept it.
Some lady at the mall actually yelled to me in the mall because she wanted to know where I bought my tights. I'm not entirely sure, but I went with Target. That answer seemed right and safe. You can never be too safe around people who hunt you down in the mall.
The lady at Naturalizer spent several minutes oohing and ahhing over my black booties. She was quite surprised to learn that I bought them at Boscov's.
When I told the ladies at Banana Republic my husband's pant size, they told me that I need to feed him more. Who says stuff like that?
The lady at Francesca's thought my necklace was from there. Nope, NY & Co. Woot woot.
I realized that I hate shopping at the mall. I like outlet malls because they allow me to breathe fresh air in between my visit to each store, but I hate "regular" malls. I feel so claustrophobic when I reach the center. It's like I'm standing in the belly of the beast.
What is wrong with me?
Skirt: The Limited (last year's find)
Tights: Let's go with Target
I wish the lighting wasn't so craptastic. My apologies, folks.