18, 06, 2015
I have such a soft spot for clothing/accessories with a story attached, good or bad. We have history. It’s like smelling your old favorite perfume, it takes you back instantly. I always hold on to those sentimental pieces.
This skirt is no exception.
I ordered this lace skirt online two years ago to wear to the finale of Austin Fashion Week, my very first time going. After searching ev-er-yyywhere I finally found this skirt along with a cute crop top, ordered them and sat back blissfully knowing I was going to look so cute.
Imagine my disappointment when the day of the show arrived and my clothing still hadn’t… I was so upset, like seven year old, tantrum throwing upset. Things got ugly, but then I got over it. I wasn’t going to miss this show because of a skirt, a really cute skirt but that’s neither here nor there.
I rallied, I worked with what I had and I did it, I made outfit magic. I loved my outfit. I didn’t get to wear what I had been envisioning but I was happy. I got to the venue, walked up to the bar. Because, seriously, I needed a drink after that day and you wouldn’t even believe what happened next…
I received the friendly UPS update that my package had just been delivered. SERIOUSLY?! Bartender! Another round! I had just missed it by 15 minutes. I could’ve died. Cue the curtains, yes, I’m dramatic.
The heartache I’ve already been through for this skirt. But as the legend Bob Marley once said:
“If she’s amazing, she won’t be easy.
If she’s easy, she won’t be amazing.
If she’s worth it, you wont give up.
If you give up, you’re not worthy. …
Truth is, everybody is going to hurt you; you just gotta find the ones worth suffering for.”
I’ll suffer for this skirt,