Always a Lady Skirt - $148
How pretty is this skirt?
With the colder months right around the corner, however, I find myself shying away from skirts. Because let's face it- skirts aren't the easiest thing to wear when you're traipsing and tumbling through conditions like this:
With the colder months right around the corner, however, I find myself shying away from skirts. Because let's face it- skirts aren't the easiest thing to wear when you're traipsing and tumbling through conditions like this:
And oh god, that is coming at me like a brick wall, readers. Snow. I have no use for it; it just mucks things up and makes me bitter and spiteful and angry when I see it.
But you know what doesn't make me angry when I see it?
This skirt:
But you know what doesn't make me angry when I see it?
This skirt:
Which is why I posted it three times in a row just now. I'm fairly sure that there is no being bitter or angry or spiteful in such a pretty skirt, making it an official "ITEM I NEED SO I CAN GET THROUGH WINTER WITHOUT FREAKING THE FLIPPITY FUCK OUT".
Which, by the way, really needs to be a recognizable category by Elle and Vogue and any other fashion magazine. You know, as an item all ladies need to have- much like a Little Black Dress. Most people would think that the item du jour To Get Through Winter Without Freaking The Flippity Fuck Out would be gloves or boots or earmuffs or a flask filled with a good rum coupled with a good doctor friend (who you will name your first born after, much to the horror of your friends and family and mailman) because HE UNDERSTANDS and will write you prescriptions for sedatives, but nope. You're all wrong. These aren't it.
It's a pretty little gray sweater skirt from Anthropologie. Who knew?
Which, by the way, really needs to be a recognizable category by Elle and Vogue and any other fashion magazine. You know, as an item all ladies need to have- much like a Little Black Dress. Most people would think that the item du jour To Get Through Winter Without Freaking The Flippity Fuck Out would be gloves or boots or earmuffs or a flask filled with a good rum coupled with a good doctor friend (who you will name your first born after, much to the horror of your friends and family and mailman) because HE UNDERSTANDS and will write you prescriptions for sedatives, but nope. You're all wrong. These aren't it.
It's a pretty little gray sweater skirt from Anthropologie. Who knew?
Chloe, Colorful Colorado. 5'8" (only) when teetering in her highest 6 inch Miu Miu platform heels. Likes fashion, broccoli, ice cream, clarifying that she does not eat ice cream with her broccoli as to not cause worldwide panic, hoarding beauty products & pretty shoes, tickle fights with her husband (he would like to clarify that he does not like them back, OKAY?), anything covered in sprinkles, any alcoholic beverage made with Tang, live music, clicking the camera, sarcasm fonts, vases stuffed full of pretty flowers, and laughing hard until her belly hurts. Wants an adventurous life, lots of puppies, to never obtusely wander around with her fly down, and to be an iconic Diane Von Furstenberg wrap dress with a bright, festive print when she grows up. This is where she bravely documents it all. (