My Sunday errands outfit is a bit of a clusterf*ck. I'm not sure what possessed me when I purchased this sweatshirt, as animal print is really not my thing, never has been. The shoes make me want to breakout into "Royals," since I already have mangled hair fit for the performance.
Then there are the jeans. When I bought them last year, I was questioning my taste yet still ended up getting them, and obviously liking them. One of those pieces where I can acknowledge that it's kinda ugly, but I can't help but still want it in my closet. My feelings remind me of the following sonnet I read in high school. At the time I couldn't appreciate it since I had to read/ analyze it on the spot for a midterm. But now it makes me chuckle.
My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun;
Coral is far more red than her lips' red;
If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;
If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.
I have seen roses damasked, red and white,
But no such roses see I in her cheeks;
And in some perfumes is there more delight
Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.
I love to hear her speak, yet well I know
That music hath a far more pleasing sound;
I grant I never saw a goddess go;
My mistress when she walks treads on the ground.
And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare
As any she belied with false compare.
p.s does anyone else's mind run to the Doctor Who episode at mentions of the bard?