Don't look at me with those shocked, judgmental (and incredibly dreamy) eyes, Chris Cornell. Just because you happen to be rocking the acoustic guitar and a sleek, all-black ensemble now doesn't mean that you're free from blame when it comes to my plaid-loving ways.
See? This is the image of cool that was burned into my young, impressionable mind so many years ago. So really, me wearing plaid every time I feel even an iota of hair-bristling frustration is all your fault. And while we're here, I'm going to go ahead and blame the collection of ball-bead chain necklaces that I wore all through my teenage years on you too.
v-neck tee, j.crew
plaid shirt, f21
boy's canvas grunt jacket, gap kids [x]
skinny jeans, gap
red flats, target
stone duchess cocktail ring, j.crew
PS. I can't stay angry at you, Chris Cornell. Let's never fight again.