Needs a Pith Helmet

I try to avoid khakis, linen suits, and jackets with multiple pockets so I don't look like some sort of whacko anthropologist...wait...aw shit. Well, at least I strive to avoid advertising it. The whacko part. But hey, here we are with a linen jacket sporting multiple pockets.

Know what I love? When you watch an ethnographic film and the anthropologists are all adorned in the indigenous clothing, and the locals are wearing Addidas trainers and Patagonia jackets.

Oh goodness no, I'm not an ethnographer, I hate people (though I tend to hate my own people with more consistency). I don't solve crimes either (in case you were wondering) but if you like theory, I'm your anthropologist. It went well with the history degree, what can I say?

My parents weren't pleased with my degree, particularly my mother.
"You'll end up like the Rockefeller boy!" she insisted. Well here we are all these years later, and I haven't been eaten by cannibals. So there! (He probably wasn't either, but it makes a better story than drowning).

Cannibal #1-I hate Michael Rockefeller.
Cannibal #2-Try some potatoes instead.

 Hey, I just passed Michael Rockefeller in the woods.

Har-de-har-har, that's a good one.

Outfit Details:
Skirt-thrifted Goodwill
Jacket-Thrifted Goodwill (same trip as above)
Belt-Just old
Tank-retail
Bracelets-everywhere
Earrings-retail, years ago
Hair flowers-Tif and Tam
Wooden Necklace-Goodwill
Ring-Goodwill
Handbag-Thrift store in the (nearly) abandoned mall on Dodge Street
Stockings-Gordmans
Shoes-K Mart (last year's clearance)

* After 50 years I think it is probably safe to make jokes about it.