Black Cherry, or the Return of the Outfit Post
After a couple of calls from my little interwebby circle to bring back the outfit shot, I'm chiming in.
I thrifted this floaty rayon 90's skirt the other day. It's a bit ratty with a torn drawstring and pulled threads, but it's cool to the touch, has a 90's witchy look I adore, and twirls beautifully.
I wore it with a pendant my brother Mikie's girlfriend Marisa gave me for Christmas. It has little charms, including a tiny Eiffel Tower. Lucy loves this and squeals "Paris" with delight and I say, "who visits Paris?" And she triumphantly answers, "Babar!"
She also loves when I wear these red shoes. She calls them "ballerina shoes" and does a tippy toe dance to emphasize.
Most of all she loves when I twirl. I know, I'm such a nerd. I read my journal from 1995 yesterday, one of the only ones spared from my housefire in 2000. You guys, I almost wish it burned! I cringed reading melodramatic details of outfits worn and boys flirted with, and worst of all, body image struggles. But let's be honest, my outfit and my general cheesy essence is still the same. I used to be embarrassed about my cheesiness. My friend Nate once called me a "teenybopper" just to bug me. Now nothing about myself really embarrasses me, I'm like an old old lady, free as the wind.
I called this post "black cherry" because we ate black cherry popsicles after that and we were both wearing black, a rare occasion.
More outfit posts from you ladies out there? Pretty please!