back in my college days, i used to be kind of a hippie. i, at one point, had stringy green hair woven with hemp and about a dozen necklaces around my neck at all times, and a jean skirt that i had made myself that was too long for me and thus collected dust, leaves, and other chicago grossness everywhere it went. i rarely washed it. i rarely REMOVED it. and while i look back on this time of my life with a slight cringe, i enjoyed it. i am, however, glad to have moved past it. so this skirt worries me a little, because i'm not sure why i like it so much. it doesn't fit with anything else i wear. but i. LOVE. it.
a few of years ago my mom gave me a couple of long, straight vintage skirts (she would probably smack me for calling them vintage, since they aren't vintage to her but rather her college clothes) and i held on to them for a couple of years and then tossed them, having never worn them. a word to the wise: if your mom gives you her old clothes, just keep them. odds are if you wait long enough, you'll want them. i've been looking for a long, straight skirt for awhile - i love how it plays with the proportions of a person's body, i feel like it makes me look tiny and i have always wished i was shorter - and i was scouring etsy and coming up short. everyone is selling these full, gypsy-like skirts, and it's all i could find in the stores, too. but i found this vintage lord and taylor skirt on advintagous's etsy and decided to go for it. after dressing in too-small thrift store t-shirts and lacy and patterned tank tops in my hippie years, i went to the other extreme and have spent the last few in mostly solid colors, very few patterns, maybe a stripe or two if i'm feeling nutty. this is my attempt to break away from that.
skirt: etsy, vintage lord and taylor
shirt: a slip i bought on the street from some woman (yes, i washed it first)
belt: vintage - er, was my mom's
yes, my eyes are closed in this picture. i took my regular 6 this morning and my eyes were closed in every single one. that's what i get for traipsing all the way down to carroll gardens last night and oversleeping my alarm clock this morning.
happy hump day, everyone! until we meet again. . .