I like wearing clothes that make people smile. When I'm in my full 50s skirts, or wearing hats and bright heels, people stop and smile and I give them a smile back. It's a nice moment for people to take pleasure in seeing someone wearing something different and fun and expressive - and if I can be the reason for that, it really makes me glad. This skirt certainly makes ME smile. I bought it at the Fifties Fair. I spotted the rose print poking out from a rack of clothes that were being rained on as I huddled under my umbrella. As soon as I saw that pocket and knew it fit I was pulling the cash out of my purse without hesitation. Bows and roses: perfection (despite what my mother thinks). My mother, bless her, told me she prefers me in modern clothes, and doesn't like me in 50s skirts. So, in a way, I'm being a total rebel.
Of course, this skirt also had an interesting side effect last weekend: a guy came up to me and asked me if it was a Korean print and if I was pregnant. UH. That was before he started kissing my hand and telling me about how he likes sucking toes. Life gets weird sometimes, you know? Kind of like how I take outfit pictures in graveyards, too.
Modcloth cropped cardigan, Saba shirt, 1950s floral skirt, Ninewest flats, Senso clutch, ASOS sunnies, 1950s charm bracelet