I’m sorry. I can’t resist a train track pun.
Great, now that we’ve got that out of the way. Let’s get on to today. North Carolina weather is what I like to call “a flip-flopper” climate. As in yesterday it was COLD, RAINY, and WINDY – and then later this week it’s supposed to get back up into the 70s or 80s. WHAT?! I mean, I ultimately don’thatethe cold, but I severely dislike flip-floppy weather.
Okay, enough small talk about the weather.
Truth is, I’ve had this skirt for a LONG time. Like, for years and years (well, 90% of my closet I’ve had for years and years). It’s one of those pieces that I just couldn’t get rid of. And I periodically remind myself why. Yesterday was one of those days.
I’m going to take a cue from my girl Annie over at The Other Side of Gray and write a little letter to my skirt:
I like you. I haven’t really ever seen another skirt like you before. You’re a pretty color, you have a unique print, and you turnel*. I’m sorry you spend many a day in my closet. Untouched. Unloved. But I promise, I really do love you. By hook or by crook, I will find more ways to wear you this winter. ‘Cause I feel like, although you’re a bit “vintage”, you’re actually very “now.”
Only thing that irks me about you? You’re dry clean only.
I promise not to hold that against you.
Or at least I’ll try. Are we trackin’?
*Turnel is a word I made up when I was two to describe the “flowy-ness” of a skirt. Also, flowy-ness isn’t a real word, either.