I aspire to be a hobo. An odd statement from a girly girl such as myself, so allow me to explain. This vintage flannel belonged to the ultimate hobo, my late, great uncle. He spent his years traveling the globe, visiting more countries than anyone I’ve ever encountered. My goal is to one day boast a passport more heavily stamped than his. A lofty ambition, considering that his passports always carried pages upon pages of extenders. Then again, no one has ever accused me of dreaming small. If my recent (albeit irregular) Top 10 Thursday posts have been any indication, I’ve got travel on the brain. And the longer I’m stuck in one place (AKA home), the antsier I become. Considering that I haven’t been on a plane in nearly two months (gasp!), I am chomping at the bit to get out of town. But, back to my hobo aspirations. (Clearly, my wandering nature is not exclusive to my travels.) The term “hobo” is often mistaken as a synonym for bum. When I consulted the reputable Urban Dictionary, I was pleased to discover that I had been using the moniker correctly (at least as far as the Urban Dictionary is concerned). While a bum stays in one place, a hobo moves from one town to the next. Work is merely a means to finance the hobo’s next adventure. A hobo is driven by wanderlust, prizing the journey over the destination. So you see, I am indeed an endeavoring hobo. Nothing makes me feel more at home than exploring someplace new. Which is why when someone told me that I looked like a hobo in this outfit, I smiled and thanked them. Clearly, they could sense my wanderer’s heart.
Vintage flannel shirt (similar $, similar $$), vintage t-shirt, One Teaspoon “Hustler Hawks” cutoffs (similar $, similar $$), TOMS leopard hightops (similar $), Kelly Wearstler ball cuff (similar $), bodychain (similar $,similar $$), Artelier World Cuff, XIV Karats necklace (similar $$$$), Catbird, XIV Karats and ginette_ny rings (similar), Julie Hewett lipstick in Belle Noir
Photos by Michele LoBosco