oh, mickey

Comfort takes its form in tomboy dressing.  I've lost count of the number of pieces I've purchased out of the men's section over the years, in fact, I'm sure my closet could easily be mistaken for that of the opposite sex if you don't count the heels.  Dressing like a boy seems all too natural to me sometimes, and it's probably because I spent far too much time hanging with my older brother when I was still an impressionable tween.  Good thing a pair of heels can always fix that. Anyway, I know a crew sweatshirt in the middle of August may seem a bit absurd, especially since I have this rapunzel-esque mop on my head right now, but there's something just so comforting about swimming in a man-size sweater, especially one with Mickey on it... well, sort of.   The truth is, it's actually not so bad with a pair of distressed denim shorts worked into the equation.