Let it be known that I sometimes dress as a vintage chinese trader with my socks and slip ons to the local cafe to get my single origin drip coffee.
The fur in front of me gets a bite of a generic almond croissant that’s peddled across all the bakeries in Auckland but sold at this shop for a markup, but whatever.
Also, it is important for me that you know that I usually don’t always dress my socks this awkward. Because sometimes i go with millennial socks, too, and maybe that’s more awkward.
(I’m joking, most of my socks are crew. It was an off day)
(I don’t know who I’m trying to impress, there are certainly no gen-zers reading my blog)
