I realized something this weekend. I am Chloe Cat’s booty call. See, before Calliope joined the household, Chloe was perfectly happy having all my attention. She’d be sitting on the couch waiting for me when I got home from work. She’d sleep next to me (or at least on the bed) all night. Now that she has to share me with Calliope, she’s gotten into a very unique method of getting my attention. During the day, she doesn’t care at all about me. I get home from work, she barely deigns to lift her head off of the bed. But when it’s 2 or 3am, I hear the most pathetic little meow and she jumps on my chest and purrs and snuggles and manages to get loads of affection from my half-asleep form. But when I wake up, she’s long gone. Now, is that not the perfect description of a classic booty call? I feel so used.
I wore this outfit on Saturday, walking around and window shopping with a friend. She was properly dressed for the weather (windy and cold) but I pulled the shirt out of my closet and was immediately inspired to try a Cherry Blossom Girl-esque outfit. I skipped heels, which would have been very Cherry Blossom Girl. After all, window shopping is an athletic endeavor. I have to say, I did feel very chic and sexy, despite wearing loose clothing. I had to include this picture of Calliope trying to give me a kiss. She’s a real gentlemen…lady…non-booty caller!
jacket- Old Navy
scarf- vintage (from my mother)
pants- H&M (menswear) via Swapaholics