Let's all embrace our inner hipster while I reveal to you my new favorite t-shit.
Here is it in all of it's cropped glory:
It's great, isn't it?
Fall uniform: This tee, black jeans, docs, bike jacket. Instaballer.
A few weeks back one of my more bad-ass coworkers (Hi, Adam!) directed me to this dream of an e-store. I spent hours, nay, days debating which shirt to buy. They are all so so wonderful in so many ways. It was a tough call, but in the end the three wolves howling at the moon was the one. It was always the one. I sized up and went baggy, because the shirt is a men's cut and I have boobs. Pre-crop, it was quite long and the sleeves were too baggy for my lady arms. It looked alright when I rolled the sleeves up, but I wanted a muscle tee. And, as my bad-ass coworker Adam said, "Suns out, guns out." And you know, I think that's a truth we should all live by.
Here I am being a derp and wearing the muscle-t for a night out on the town.
I think I look great. But that's just my opinion.
And here is Dwight wearing the same tee on The Office:
Howl on, Dwight. Howl on.
I obviously didn't make this shirt BUT I did crop it, and I cropped it well. Some people are reluctant to bring scissors to their clothes in fear of ruining a perfectly OK item. I gotchyou bro. I gotchyou. You see, my ultimate goal in life to to eliminate the fear of bringing scissors to fabric. We all have our purpose in life. This happens to be mine.
