Wardrobe Raid

Most mornings I argue with my closet and effectively leave late for work while still being completely unsatisfied with what I walk out in; because as always the closet won.

As for those miraculous days that I manage to smile on my way out the door (that I'm still subsequently late walking out of) we have what I like to call the wardrobe raid.

To start this off I will go waay back to my trip in Bolivia where I decided to try some of the local garb... well the handmade local stuff... I think I could manage... maybe?