1. I really, irrationally, am in love with this skirt. My question is: will anyone still be my friend if I wear that skirt? I love it so much that I will probably wear it every day. I feel like I could channel some kind of retro-50s-meets-Nancy-Spungen vibe in it, if I paired it with a button down blouse and a cute scarf, no? At the very least, I could wear it out to goth night and make out with at least one very pale man wearing chains around his legs. Or I could wear it to the Dance Cave and make out with at least one chucklehead named Gian-Carlo.*
2. I should not buy that skirt because here is what I learned during my recent move: I own an embarrassing amount of clothing. My clothing filled:
Two suitcases
Two of those gigantic blue Ikea shopping bags
One laundry basket
Several large, plastic shopping bags, including one that was filled with underwear and stockings alone.
Now that I have moved into an apartment that seems to have epic amounts of closet space, this situation is only going to get worse.
Somewhere, Marion Wallace Dunlop is shaking her head and thinking, “For this I went on a hunger strike?”
*This sentence inspired by actual events.
Confession: I too love that skirt. And could visualize myself wearing it. Mmmmm zebra…
I think I will buy it. You should also buy it. Then when I visit when can dazzle Waterloo with our matching skirts and glow-in-the-dark, pale, stubby fat girl legs. You know what I’m talkin’ about. Sexy. Sexy is what I’m talkin’ about.