Shirt: Target — Skirt: Thrifted (CAbi) — Shoes: Earthies — Necklace: Jewelry shop in Hallstatt, Austria — Ring: Monterey Bay Aquarium — Earrings: Apostrophie
Is it a surprise that I wore this shirt and skirt together last summer? No. No, it is not.
Everything else is different, though, including my hair. Ten months on, those cute, tidy Marcel-like waves in the back have given way to a more unruly thicket of almost-curls.
That’s time for you, I suppose! Always passing and changing our appearances. (Unless we happen to be Gabrielle Union, who still looks precisely as she did fifteen years ago. And we are not Gabrielle Union, I’m sad to say.)
Despite the unrelenting passage of days, this skirt is holding up pretty well, all things considered. Back when it got ink-stained, I was afraid it was ruined, but now I’m happy to just ignore the little blue splotches, which are hardly even worth noticing to my eyes anymore.
That’s another thing time brings, is comfort and familiarity. A defect may seem huge at first, but after a while the defect shrinks and becomes part of the whole. I mean, mostly, unless we’re talking about giant bear-claw rips across the back of your shirt or something.
And in that case, hey: crop top!