What happens when a $12 dollar skirt, an over-the-top neck adornment and the most impractical shoes in your closet form an outfit? Why, a photoshoot of course. Let me start from the beginning.
It was the magic hour.
I’d just run home to catch the sun before a good outfit went to waste.
A silk tank, my favorite painful glass heel boots and a $12 suede skirt was the order of the day.
When I purchased the boots at Nordstrom Rack I had no idea that they’d become my favorite unwearable shoes. They pinch and prod and are actually quite disrespectful but on this day I was determined to commit to my outfit so I ignored them. I padded my innocent pinky toes with corn wraps and prayed for the best. To my surprise they worked with and not against me and I was able to make it through the day without having to question my style morals.
The skirt sat in my closet for a few weeks patiently waiting for the right moment and weather conditions. I found it at a vintage store disguised as an old school neighborhood pharmacy (the store not the skirt). The inconspicuous shop wasn’t evident to the naked eye but it’s almost like I can smell a shopping opportunity. During a casual walk around the neighborhood my boyfriend and I stumbled across this treasure and were immensely amused when we discovered what was really behind the meat sign.
At work compliments about the skirt fell at my feet all day (ok there may have been 2 or 3) and I beamed with pride as I triumphantly replied, “I got it for $12!”
There’s a certain joy one gets when you can say you got something particularly cute for less than $20.
Coming into the picture after the fact was the choker. I decided after work that my ensemble needed something extra. I had a neck piece in mind so I made my way through the tourist infested 42nd street to my favorite H&M. The trip was disappointing for a few reasons, including but not limited to the fact that the necklace I had in my head either never existed or was sold out.
I pushed through, found my necklace of choice and raced home. My favorite military jacket had nothing to do with anything but it was actually too cold, at the end of April, to go without it. So it snuck its way into the shoot.
It was finally time for my close up. After choosing the perfect location, applying a bit more lotion to my legs and adjusting my shirt I was all set.
And then my skirt ripped.
Moral of the story: When you purchase an item of clothing for the price of an expensive salad, cherish the good times and be prepared to part with it the same day you debut it.