flawless vintage Grateful Dead tee - flea market // vintage denim skirt - Captain's Helm + DIY // sweater and sunglasses - Melrose Trading Post // hat - vintage // necklace - Etsy trade // boots - thrifted
So this skirt you see here was actually at about knee-length.. The most awkward and undesirable length for anything, whether it be shorts, a dress, and especially a skirt (for me, at least). I cut the skirt after trying it on later at home, and nearly cut it too short. My heart increased to a startling speed and I felt my stomach sink. The feeling I felt in my body was similar to the feeling one gets when someone breaks up with them even though they thought that the relationship was just dandy and on it's way to hitting its one year anniversary. That's as close as I can get to the feeling. Out of fear, I didn't try it on after cutting it because I already knew I cut it too short, obviously, because I am an impatient person who never does anything good with scissors except cut up t-shirts and destroy lives. My mom finished the hem on her machine so the edges wouldn't be raw, and after I tried it on, all finished and stuff, it ended up being the perfect length. There's your story of the day. My stomach didn't sink because I found out I have diabetes or someone died -- but because I thought I cut my skirt too short. Ha. Can someone teach me how to be a good human already? America has screwed my brain up! Maybe it's all the cheese I eat?