I know that I make fun of Flannery's fashion "sense" a great deal. And, yes, I realize that referring to it as "sense" with the quotations is continuing that trend. I'll even kind of cop to knowing that I may be somewhat indirectly responsible for at least a part of it. Maybe. Okay, so I can be a bit of a rhinestone cowgirl. And I might have a pair of gold glitter shoes that I'm convinced were made by some drag queen somewhere. But I think Flannery has me beat hands down.
And here's my proof.
The other morning while I was taking a shower, Flannery decided to pick out my clothes for the day. Unbeknownst to me. It, of course, was a very sweet gesture but it left me pretty speechless which, as you know, is hard to do.
Behold. The Outfit.