Your gypsy housekeeper

This outfit makes me feel like I should be:

a.) Doing a big autumn cleaning job.

b.) Reading your palm against your will. 

Unfortunately I hate cleaning and don't know anything about fortunetelling. This outfit did cause no one to sit by me on the bus today for the first time ever, so maybe this outfit is scary and intimidating! I hope so!

 Hair scarf - thrifted
Glasses - Prada
Cardigan - thrifted Izod Lacoste
T-shirt - Target
Jeans - Paul & Joe for Target
Shoes - thrifted Bass

The lil' alligator and the butt owl:

While we're on the subject, I am AMAZED at how many psychics and palm readers and tarot card readers have little shops around Minneapolis. How do they stay in business? Who is going there? Is it just a front for selling drugs? I don't really buy into the whole psychic thing... I went to a tarot card reader on accident once in Winnipeg. I was there with my friend Megan and we were cold so we popped into a coffee shop to warm up and have a drink. When we got inside, we saw that it was also a psychic place, so we sat at a table, ordered some coffee and then this kid came and sat down and offered to do our cards for $5. We wanted to waste some time before venturing back out in the cold so we said ok. Megan's reading was pretty accurate, he told her how she was overly ambitious and had a troubled childhood which are two major things about Megan's life that are totally true for her, but not me. Then he did mine and said that I was going to die, young and tragically and that was all he wanted to say. Hmm, 19-year-old goth Canadian boy, I think you were wrong. Although, I am constantly convinced there are murderers hanging out in my bushes when I'm home alone, so maybe he just recognized my overly developed imagination and was just fucking with my paranoia.

P.S. Tomorrow I am going to the "Junk Bonanza" at the horse racing track with my friends Amber and Julie. I'm pretty amped. Plus, I get to annoy them by constantly referring to it as the "Trash Rodeo."