Behold the purple romper. (Rompsies!)
Here’s the thing about this. Someone could come up to Cami and be all, dude, you look insane. What the hell are you wearing? And she’d smile, place her hand on that person’s shoulder, and say, “I’m so sorry you feel that way. You see, I’m fabulous, and it’s too bad you can’t join me in the excitement of it.”
That is why I love this woman.
(You can find Cami here: camillacombs.blogspot.com. She is a lot of fun and only a little bit weird.)