Out of Character
Recently, I discovered a few blogs that quickly moved to the top of my blogroll. I stumbled across one of them by accident a couple of months ago, but they now give me infinite inspiration. They’re fashion blogs by some truly fabulous women (check out the Fashion links in the side navigation).
For some reason I never considered the web an outlet for my wardrobe creativity, but these women have created an online community for showing off their outfits, getting inspiration and swapping unwanted garments! Also, they’re incredibly thrifty by making their clothes or shopping at thrift stores. Finally, there’s one common thread between all of their wardrobes: a large variety of skirts and dresses.
Not since high-school have I worn many skirts; mostly because I don’t like my short stocky legs. I recall walking down the halls of school wearing a pair of hunter green tights with a black skirt, and some dickhead boy calling me “green legs and ham.” Nice, right?! But adolescent emotional-scarring aside, I just feel more at home in a pair of pants or jeans. However, I just couldn’t get over how cute these women looked, and I decided to make an effort to wear a skirt at least once a week. I went thrift store shopping for some really cute vintage skirts and I found some INCREDIBLE deals at Kohl’s (the dress I’m wearing right now was $6.00)! My favorite acquisition is a vintage brown dress slip from eBay. It has a delicate pleated lace edge that peeks out below the hemline of some of my skirts.
I love the look of skirts and they make me feel extra-feminine, but I often feel like an imposter. I’m not exactly the girly type, but I think skirt-wearing is a nice counter-balance to my personality. I have to be careful though; I sometimes find myself squatting in an awkward way or accidentally flashing my crotch to someone walking by my desk. Ooops. I guess it goes with the territory. I probably won’t start featuring my outfits on this website because I can barely get up early enough to make it to work on time, let alone set up a tripod and take a bunch of unflattering early-morning snapshots in an embarrassingly messy room while Mike is still drooling on his pillow. HA!
