When I received this bundle of joy in my mail from the lovely kids over at Robot Ninjas, my heart sort of did a little somersault, landed wrong and passed out. It moves in the most amazing way. Wearing it while it’s windy is especially satisfying ’cause it makes me feel like I wield supernatural powers and/or I can yell ‘Accio Broomstick’ and fly away from the demands of paying attention in lectures, missing wallets and attempts at crawling out of beds that are too warm and too soft (what’s new?)
My dad literally thinks that I am missing half a skirt. He asked me how I tore my skirt and I said, “a homeless person tore half of it off with his teeth because I didn’t have any cigarettes to give him when he asked.” No, not really. But he did think the assymetrical hem was a result of my lack of co-ordination and grace (everytime I fall over and scar my already bruised and screwed up knees, he asks me how I’m going to manage to find a husband).
I look sickly pale in these photos, but rest assured, I don’t look like I’m dying ALL the time, at the most – only mildly nauseous.
Skirt: Courtesy of Robot Ninjas.
Boots: Urban Outfitters
Bag: Alphabet Bags