Minus the abnormal swelling of the skin tissue and the symptomatic bodily deformations. Well maybe it's not Elephantiasis. But, I do have an unhealthy obsession with this new hat that I swindled off of Etsy. And it just so happens to be BEDAZZLED with elephants. CASE IN POINT.
I dub it my M.I.A. hat, and I will be sure to wear it if ever I find myself in front of a throng of crazed football fans and feel the urge to flip them all the bird. Either that or just about every day this summer. I find it also highly congruent with the style direction that I have noticed myself following in the past few days, which I mentioned here; a personal dressing aesthetic whose final product consists of me looking a lot like a boy. I blame not only this hat but also my Alexander Wang creeper booties, made worse by the fact that I am seriously contemplating purchasing another pair of A. Wangs, only this time a heel that is trying for "sexy" but ending up at "awkward."
Wait. This sounds familiar. It sounds a lot like my life. Shit.
So as you can see, I am coming to meaningful personal-revelations and thus feeling much better about myself.