I would call myself an ambitious person for sure, and yet when I look back on all my career goals – I’ve found that the central focus of each plan lies with New York.
In truth I’m pretty obsessed with the notion of getting there.
And so when my parents went without me last month, I must say I was pretty damn pissed. My mother, sweet lady that she is, knew this and so came back with a few cherish-able pieces from markets and thrift shops…including this dress.
It is the most uncomfortable thing to wear at times. It chokes me, prevents me from raising my arms above my ribcage (I look like a woman who has BO-my god who is really embarrassed about it) and it is incredibly short. BUT I LOVE IT.
I’ve found with skirts so short that pairing them with heels can be a little too come hither (which doesn’t really suit my nature) and so I find whacking on some tights and converses, makes the outfit a little less stiff and rigid and more whimsical, like a little girl who wears her Sunday best to go play soccer in the yard.
To be honest the limited mobility in this dress would not fair all too well for a woman in giant heels so I’m using my kicks to keep up.