I blame Angela for this. I do. The bubble skirt part, at least.

But let's look at this in depth, shall we? It is not just a bubble skirt, it is an Afro-Centric bubble skirt. My mind is just writhing in agony on the floor of my skull over the convergence of those several phrases.

It is paired with gladiator sandals, which, I suppose, could be from the same continent, if the Romans were in North Africa, which they were. Only. Look.

They are knee-high gladiator sandals, complete with a millionty-twelve buckles, only they zip. up. the. back.

What was left of my brain, just leaked out of my ear.

All of this is accessorized with a giant bag (de rigeur these days) with studs. Lots and lots of studs. A stud on every fringe/flap. And diamond shapes, outlined in studs. Which, to be fair, duplicates the shapes of the batik on the Afro-Centric bubble skirt.

Here's the close-up.

Still and all, that was way too much to see on a Monday morning, when I hadn't had sufficient coffee.