How to turn a tea towel into a skirt
Sometime this past week, Tuesday to be precise, I turned the big two three. Am I really two years away from a quarter life crisis? Has it really been five years since I graduated from high school?
I think the older you get, the less bothered you are to organise a birthday party, which is my big fat excuse for not having one. On Ken's insistence, we ended up eating a three hour dinner at Rockpool, to celebrate. Mmm, sashimi, steak and four dollar carrots. The biggest highlight of the day, apart from getting stuck at work until 7:00pm, was getting to take the Rodarte skirt I picked up in New York out from its sacred place in my closet.
This skirt took me one year to hunt down. First I saw it on Kiera Knightley, then I found out it cost as much as three laptops, then I cried and stalked it online forever, knowing that I would never own it. How this skirt came into my hands is pure fate.
Ken and I were in Bergdorf Goodman, where I was trawling through all the pretty clothes and touching all the expensive fabrics. We get to the Rodarte section, and I'm midway trying to explain to him how a wheat print dress can be worth 14 thousand dollars when I notice the skirt hanging on the sale rack. Just one. 70 percent off. In my size. FASHION FATE.
China plate print on silk organza with frayed ends and an asymmetric hemline. I'm getting butterflies just writing about it, I might have to go to my room and play with it some more.
I think the older you get, the less bothered you are to organise a birthday party, which is my big fat excuse for not having one. On Ken's insistence, we ended up eating a three hour dinner at Rockpool, to celebrate. Mmm, sashimi, steak and four dollar carrots. The biggest highlight of the day, apart from getting stuck at work until 7:00pm, was getting to take the Rodarte skirt I picked up in New York out from its sacred place in my closet.
This skirt took me one year to hunt down. First I saw it on Kiera Knightley, then I found out it cost as much as three laptops, then I cried and stalked it online forever, knowing that I would never own it. How this skirt came into my hands is pure fate.
Ken and I were in Bergdorf Goodman, where I was trawling through all the pretty clothes and touching all the expensive fabrics. We get to the Rodarte section, and I'm midway trying to explain to him how a wheat print dress can be worth 14 thousand dollars when I notice the skirt hanging on the sale rack. Just one. 70 percent off. In my size. FASHION FATE.
China plate print on silk organza with frayed ends and an asymmetric hemline. I'm getting butterflies just writing about it, I might have to go to my room and play with it some more.