Matt has never looked more miz (his word, not mine) than when I dragged him outside in the cold today. He had a snarly, disgusted look on his face that usually only appears when he's forced to get out of bed before 9am. Now he's rebelling by intentionally messing up photos, so who wants to be his replacement?
On a brighter note, I'm loving the polka-dot/pukey-green/leopard/glen-plaid combo that I've got going on today.
Coach boots, the rest is J.Crew. And yep, that's the same sweater as yesterday but in green. For those of you who are new, here's more info about the 30-day, 30 pieces of clothing challenge that I'm doing.
(Karma prevailed and an hour later he was strutting to class to some Britney Spears when he hit a patch of ice and went flying. He and his Rock & Republics are fine, but his ego is bruised.)