Eyesore.

I don't know how any of my students can take me seriously when I always come to class dressed like a clown.

Get this: today I wore an unflattering, mousy grey, A-line French Connection skirt that's one-size too big, circa 1999 (it crawled into my suitcase, I swear) with a burnt-sepia wool, multi colored, vintage print zip-up hoodie. On top of my lame, 80's regurgitated ensemble, I piled on my bulky, bright red peacoat. I perfected the look with panty hose, unshaved legs, yellow Froot of the Loom ankle socks, and casual beige flats.

And sadly, yes, I do own a mirror.

In my defense, winter discourages fashion. I dress for warmth. Please see post below.