ratface

this morning i wore (out in public) the first creation from ashli's le rat line of clothing. sure, i've tried on many of her creations before: who could forget the strange white jacket-shirt that not only exacerbated the worst aspects of my body but was also made of the most unforgiving, constricting material i've ever seen? or the matching cropped pants/vest set, made from a similar shiny blue fabric and included a matching tie? i know that i certainly won't. some priceless, priceless pictures of me have been taken in those clothes, and then hopefully burned.

besides our "rock out with your bach out" t-shirts, which will be made as soon as american apparel puts our blank t-shirts into a pack on the side of a camel and entices it across the country by dangling a carrot in front of it (do camels eat carrots? do they have carrots in the desert? more importantly, do we have camels in america?), the other le rat creation i now own is a pair of black fingerless gloves. these are no ordinary fingerless gloves, mind you. they're fingerless gloves with skeleton appliques on the fingers. i only wish that my punk-rock knitting project, which is currently progressing at the rate of about 2 inches a week, were complete. then i'd be too hard-rock to even come to work. i'd have to just lay in an expensive hotel in a puddle of my own vomit.

so i wore the fingerless skeleton gloves to work today, because it is suddenly ten degrees in baltimore. sure, by the time i got to work the tips of my fingers were blue and starting to crack, but it's all worth it for fashion. ok, so maybe not fashion. but it's definitely worth it for le rat.