I went to the Banana Republic factory store today to return some pants for my husband, and I ended up in the dressing room trying on a skirt. I don't wear skirts. Ever. But that's okay because I really need to wear something other than jeans for once. So I decided to document the experience, Camille-style.
Here's the outfit I came in wearing: Forever21 button down, Old Navy cuffed shorts, and my white Chuck Taylors.
So I found this navy pleated skirt with a cute buttoned sailor flap detail, and it really fits in with what I've been wearing lately. I told Joe the other day that my ideal outfit would make me look like the kind of person who goes sailing alot. Someone who's rich. Preppy. Katharine Hepburn-ish. I tried the skirt on in my size, and it looked a little frumpy. Katharine Hepburn would never look frumpy.
So I grabbed a skirt two sizes too small, and voilà!--a high-waisted skirt is born. I think it looks better on me than the other one because it draws attention to my small waist instead of my "good child bearing hips". (Yes, people have said that about my hips.) But I'm afraid that after I actually bear children, I won't want to draw attention to my waist either! So I'll try to enjoy this style while I can.
Whoah, if I stand like this I look like a total nerd!
Hmmmm, I don't know about this....
Nah, it's fierce.