Blazer: Thrifted — Skirt: Goodwill — Tank top: Thrifted — Flats: Thrifted (Born) — Bracelet: Thrifted — Ring: Gift
Hello, and happy Monday! The wedding went extraordinarily well, as I’m sure Tia has already mentioned, and I’m pretty dang glad we had Saturday and Sunday to recover from the preparatory shenanigans. And to, uh, catch up on housecleaning, which has been severely neglected for the last few millennia in our home.
One particular chore was to stain-treat this skirt, which got a little caught in my bike wheel on the ride to work last Tuesday. You can’t really see them here, but it got a lovely line of black tire marks along the rear hem. I love my bike, but it does not always have my clothing’s best interests at heart.
Then again, what would a garment’s best interests be, anyway? To be hand-washed with tender loving care and hung gently on the drying rack? To be used and used and used until it falls to pieces? I anthropomorphize the inanimate objects in my life on a daily basis (“don’t you fall off the table, grapes! Don’t you do it! If you do, I bear no responsibility because you did it to yourself!”) but I know so little about what my clothes would want if they could want. I guess it’s for the best that they can’t.