Animal Prints at the Vet

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I'm pretty sure I broke about 900 dress code violations today for wrapping a leopard-print sweater around my big body. Well, I felt pretty cute yesterday in my animal print ensemble on the way to Lincoln Park to take Ganymede to the vet. Yes honey, I wore a stunning, big print and felt no shame in my feline game.








  My little blue man seemed to be in some kind of puffed up and funny-looking droppings funk. To avoid the loss of a pet one month before the 1-year anniversary of purchase, I made sure to find a vet and find one fast. It took us about 45 minutes to get there and the day was just beyond gloomy. I needed something to cheer me up. Since I'm more of a home body than an...er...outside person, it's rare for me to throw on something as semi-daring as a large print sweater. I will throw on a tank top, a hoodie, some jeans, and walk right out the door stuffing my iPod and wallet into my pocket. I usually dress to work hard, not look cute.

  Stepping out of my usual semi-tomboyish look, I decided to wear a recent birthday purchase I made at Old Navy a while ago. I've always gone for the plain jackets and sweaters in my adult life. Sometimes there's color but never a pattern. That was FAT-shion 101 in my head--"thou shall not wear a large print until thy are a size 12". Meanwhile, I've got leopard print hair scarves and even leopard print intimates rolling around the wardrobe jungle. So what's the harm? Aren't rules meant to be broken? It just seemed like ever such an appropriate look for the vet. Besides, I felt good in it. The peanut gallery will always have something to say no matter what.


  I rolled out of bed all groggy off of 4 hours sleep. Randomly paired a white lace-bottom tank top from Torrid with the sweater, threw on my trusty Lane Bryant straight leg jeans (which are like...GAWD....so hard to find anymore. Don't even get me started on my issues with wanting straight leg jeans in a world full of friggin' jeggings and skinny jeans and trouser jeans and flares and bootcut. Am I the only big woman who doesn't wanna be seen in those?!) and slipped my puffy feet into my usual black Nikes. I tossed on a scarf from my own collection, added my favorite leaf earrings, and went out the door with Gany' in hand.


  The sweater is so warm and dreamy. It's soft and delicate like cashmere. The print graphics are so big and the coloring...gahh, gotta love those browns and beige and black for the Fall. I was in toasty lady heaven. I was pretty darn proud of my outfit and felt less like a young adult in her mid-20s, and more like some kind of sophisticated city lady on a pet mission. Something about a great piece of clothing just makes me feel sort of put together like I'm coming into my own. Who knows, maybe I'll go after those boots I wanted. I think a gray pair would be great with my ensemble and a pair of form fitting (but not unreasonably tight for someone my size, lolz) jeans would be nice. Once again, Old Navy has come to my semi-fashionable rescue without hurting my wallet. At 44 bucks, it was well worth every penny.

Sweater: Old Navy
Lacy White Tank Top: Torrid
Leopard/Animal Print hair scarf: Grandma's gift
Earrings: Forever 21