Christina‘s 32nd birthday was last Tuesday, and she had a birthday party. This is what she wore.
I don’t even know what to do with this. She’s not wearing pants again. She’s wearing that tired old Mickey Mouse shirt, and even though I’m having trouble finding pictures right now, I’ve definitely seen her in it before. Which, obviously, no big deal, but when it’s a tired old Mickey Mouse shirt that’s ripped all to hell and has holes all over it so you can see her leopard print bra, it kind of is a big deal. A big deal that needs to be set on fire.
But that coat. There are no words that could possibly justify that coat. It’s something my crazy grandma would wear around the house when she’s feeling snazzy, but it has no place in the real world. However, I would like to look at her boots more closely, even though they’re probably awful.
So happy birthday, Christina. Here’s to 32 more years of stupid fashon.
Image courtesy of Just Jared