It was pleather weather when I got dressed on this day, but not as the day wore on. I wore this to take a two hour (which turned into three hour) bus ride with my roller derby team to compete in another city. By the time we got there, the weather had changed and I thought I might sweat to death in what is essentially a plastic shirt and giant jeans!
Moto: Old Navy
Pleather tank: Winners
Boyfriend Jeans: Aeropostale
Tights which were peeking out by accident: Hue
Boyfriend jeans are unflattering and basically man-repellant but why do they have to be so comfortable? For seven dollars I took a chance on them but I think I'm going to be cutting them into shorts for such purposes as lawn-mowing and car-washing. They're one of those items that I loathed when I first saw them but then they started to grow on me. I stand firm on my original thought though: loathe entirely!