I'm pretty sure I've posted these lace shorts before but in one of the lower of my starkly low quality photographic adventures. Maybe it's not all that obvious, but I'm not completely comfortable with entirely lace shorts that bare a nonexistent resemblance to lingerie. These shorts are so old, though, that they've reached that semi-sentimental status usually attained by movie ticket stubs and deteriorating vacation brochures, so I just can't bring myself to get rid of them and every now and then feel a need to haul them out from the recesses of my not-yet stocked closet and reinvent my entire concept of how to style them. In accordance with my renewed obsession with combining clothing items that lack any and all common threat (pun intended) save their lack of color, the shorts are paired here with a somewhat the same shade of off-white blouse and the tawny clogs that are the second pair in my must-actively-stop-myself-from-wearing-every-single-day duo of shoes and backdroped by an ex-graffitied post and out of place Hobbit-house type door. Just as a warning-I'm only a little extremely enthused by how picturesque this place is.