|McQ shirt / Proenza jacket / ALC pants / Burberry boots / Melissa Obadash hat / Lynn Ban bracelets / Earrings|
"Four & twenty blackbirds, baked in a pie?? Man... that is so fucked up... no birds, black white yellow Puerto Rican or Haitian, should be baked up. I would never do that to my birds or my pies."
Apparently, as a tiny baker, I had the weight of the world on my shoulders – that is a seriously morose face. I'll admit that the "now" outfit is only vaguely reminiscent of the "then" outfit but they just don't make corduroy jumpers with cat patches like they used to. I threw those teardrop earring in their to represent the tears of the tiny baker in my past. And since I'm still in the wonderfully sudsy throes of Melrose Place, I also took the time to make this:
tweety bird baked in a pie @toomanyronis