patched up

sweatshirt: forever 21, jeans: ag, shoes: lauren by ralph lauren

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?