It goes without saying that life is full of hypocrisy and I suffer under the weight of it more often than not.
I should learn to think before I speak.
However, life is also too short to dwell on our trips, slips and falls and I have better things to do [like double tap into cramping territory on Insta] than berate myself over my verbal follies.
When it comes to the notion of personal style, hypocrisy is as common as "It" trends and the necessity of eating your own words occurs on a daily basis. What was once alien in design and not worth consideration at $7.99 off the bargain rack becomes the *face palm* moment of all time [read: this week] as you clamour back days later to find it has sold out. It's gone and so was your opportunity to gloat you were ahead-of-trend. Poor you.
I've no doubt stated to all and sundry that, "I don't do skirts!" and yes, it's fucking obvious that I have and of course, that I will - especially since there are around 5x in my closet. I just don't like the girly connotations and struggle to drop them into rotation and still feel like me.
In this instance, I switched a skirt into the uniform template where there was once a trouser. I'm gonna put it out there - I found this skirt so dowdy it hardly registered that I was indeed, porter une jupe.
It's practically an anti-skirt.
Add a mens knit, an op shop duster and your classic Reeboks.
|Duster Coat - op shop, 3 yrs / Mens Knit - The Warehouse, 1 yr / Skirt - ASOS, 8 mths / Eyewear - Le Specs, 2 yrs / Trainers - Reebok Classics - 2 yrs|