you're asking *moi*?

out clothes shopping with W jesterday, and she asks me:

"how's this jacket look on me?"

to which i replied:

"you're asking me for fashion advice?" as i gestured at my own ensemble : an un-belogoed orange shirt hanging over my black OTB convertable cargo pants with color-coordinated browned belt (was black when i bought it, damn yous!), the bottoms of which were neatly tucked in to my dusty (now slightly muddy) scuffed up jungle boots. accessorized with an in-the-pocket clip on pocketknife and a really overgrown head of hair. in nordstroms.

"yeah, bad idea," she agreed.