This weekend I went shopping and found myself a cute, little Theory skirt. Though barely long enough to cover my rear-end if a pencil drops, I figured I’ll give it a shot any way. Why not, right?
Before going all the way I needed to think this through. Could I really? Would I really wear this? Lord knows, I have spent fortunes on clothes I want to wear, but won’t. After many years of “maybe someday” spending, I’ve come to accept a few truths about myself:
- I’m scared of prints. As much as I like the way the look in magazines, photos, and when worn by others, I just can’t. I know. I should, I wish I could, but I just can’t do it.
- Slacks make me uncomfortable. No matter how much you spend, what fabric they are made out of, or who designs them — they wrinkle.
- I’m color blind, as in colored fabric might as well be invisible to me. I will never wear purple, or blue, or any other color for that matter. I’m married to black, white, and grey. Forever. Till death do us part. How many black dresses can a girl own? Oh, many more than you know.
Point being, after walking in circles through racks and racks of clothes, I came to an agreement with myself. I need to pair this with a simple sweater,” tone down all that leg showing”, and then I might just be able to pull it off. I can do this. I can.
So I bought it. It’s hanging in my closet. And now I’m freaking out about having to show all that leg.