Someone’s looking a little mischievous. It could be that I’m about to break out into my personal rendition of the Funky Chicken or…
It could be that I was tempted to visit Club Monaco by their charming pre-fall collection where I spotted this darling rendition of a varsity jacket, despite vowing off shopping (I know, I know- this wasn’t a battle I was likely to win). Once on, the plethora of potential pairings it could offer was too great to decline. One such lovely pairing included this flirty printed skirt, which then also had to be purchased (BAD CHLOE). The financial implications were nothing compared with the giddy anticipation I felt at the prospect of wearing this outfit for the first time.
Ever since I was a wee little thing, the anticipation of wearing an outfit for the first time has made me absolutely gleeful. One of my earliest sartorial memories is from when I was six. I was so enthralled by a new dress (technically it was a yellow shirt of my mum’s that I belted- I was especially pleased with this reinvention) that in my excitement, I put the dress on and completely forgot underwear(!!)…a detail I became aware of later at school when my teacher asked us all to sit Indian-style on the rug. (I thought at the time this was the most embarrassing thing that could ever happen to me but a few weeks later, my classroom crush walked in on me in the bathroom…AWKWARD.)
Back in the present, I am most definitely wearing underwear (in case you were concerned, dear reader- this skirt does have a propensity to waft up). Undergarments aside, the enthusiasm I feel for new duds has not waned over the years. I am like a cheerleader filled with pep and sartorial spirit- which makes the collegiate-inspired jacket all the more appropriate, don’t you think?
Hope you all have an amazing Tuesday!