First off, thank you for joining the party, hope you like it. I have no fucking idea what i’m doing, so hopefully you’ll find my lack of preparation and amateur attitude charming. I’m a goof, and often think i’m hilarious even when i’m nowhere near a genuine giggle, so forgive the references and joke attempts coming your way. Here is how it works, I’m going to document what I wear, where I am, and how my mood swings are behaving on a daily/bi -weekly basis, depending on how lazy I am feeling. I may offend or scare you, and chances are what I am wearing makes no sense. You see I’m attempting to cure my OCD with fashion. Sounds promising right? Instead of pairing my sweats with a pair of Isabel Marant sneaks, I’ll wear them with my “So Kate” suede Christian Louboutin pumps…and WILL make it work. You’ll see, YOU’LL ALL SEE! This whole “Conscience Coupable” business was created on the back of my numerous neuroses, primarily the infamous guilt that completely kills the pleasure that comes along with shopping addiction. So here is it…My first post. Oh…if you didn’t already know, my name Claude-Alicia, I have a guilty conscience. The fuck do you wear around the house?