Trainers, no, sneakers..wait, what?

 (Sneakers/Trainers c/o Burnetie Shoes.)

Lo and behold , the much loved and overworn velvet leggings.

WHAT.

They're comfortable.

Anyway, over the last three days, I've eaten my body weight in food, and

I just really can't be bothered to get fully dressed, 

so leggings and sneakers/trainers/whatever you want to call them are whats up. 

  Especially when your kicks are as pumped up as mine.

      Leather, canvas, and brilliantness.

       Also, they're super comfortable, and have a zipper.

                                                                    

  Which is just cool.

The thought behind the title of this post:

When I was a small Justina, and I read Harry Potter like...a Harry Potter reading Justina, I used to get super confused when they'd say things like "he laced up his trainers".  In the US, land of making up words to describe things other people already have a name for, a trainer is a person who yells at you until you do something better than you are doing it now. I seriously did not make the connection between sneakers/trainers until about two years ago.

So there you have it.

I promise to start wearing proper outfits again.

Soon.

 ish.

xx,

Justina

 ps. I like giving presents. 

(That's the only hint as to what is coming that you get.)

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