around the bend

Gobsmacked by the lightest sense of comfort is how I would describe this. You can take it as a measly explanation for my look of bewilderment. I'm really starting to lose the sense of irony in the whole frosted motif I attributed to this shirt just because of its breathability. Not saying clothes partake in oxygen consumption. Just giving pale iced cotton its moment of glory. There used to be a word to describe ideally fit and streamlined denim shirts, and that word was perfect. Not an understatement in this case. 

Forward pranced arms are not really my MO when it comes to mobility by the way. I just thought I would make this note to underscore the fact that the right pieces motivate me to do the strangest things. Now I know why the people close to me say I behave like a real life Sims. Slightly awkward but I'll appreciate the nod to entertainment factors.