An outfit from a couple of days ago. My new skirt shall herewith and forevermore be called Rip Van Wrinkle. Lovingly! Lovingly. True story: I picked it up from the cleaners, paid as the woman who worked there prattled on about how they had to painstakingly iron each and every pleat with care, took it home maintaining the pleat perfection, etc. Rubbed my hands in anticipation before I took it off the hanger. I put it on. Moved an inch. And then? PLEAT OBLITERATION. NOOOOOOOO.
Still love it though. Maybe next time I’ll pull the outfit together with a belt or something?
I’ve been dreaming of the perfect coat lately, what with the freezing rain and bone chilling breezes that have graced Portland the last couple of days. It would have a full skirt, longer in the back. A hood. The slightest puffed sleeves. Something like a princess/dress/frock coat. Here are some awesome ones that I’ve found online so far:
And of course my favorite (*waves at Heritage Dress coat*) would be an INSANE amount of money. ARGH.