There are times when I buy something I think is really cool, then it just sits in my closet.
And sits. And sits.
I occasionally do this with things that I am slightly intimidated to wear (don’t know what to wear it with, it’s just stuffed in a corner, doesn’t fit like I remember). But I have found the outfits I feel the most comfortably confident in are the ones I throw on. This skirt (that I bought back in December, here) was one of those intimidating pieces. And it was just so nice that Pintrest solved my wearer’s-block!
Union Station. A hubbub of travelers, commuters, business women and men all traveling the same direction: home.
Home to the wife and two kindergarten girls who are waiting at the top of the escalators to surprise you. Home to the Chipolte bag in the left hand and six-pack of tall boys in the right. Or home to the 169 pages of “pleasure” reading that happened to be the newest dialogue on editorial philosophy.
You know those days when your hair works with you, you’re completely awake (thanks to two cups of coffee & a chai), and you were actually coherent enough to put together a not-too-shabby outfit in the morning and you (in reality) have no where to go? Today is one of those days.