Saga of the Shag

If you follow me on Instagram, you know that for the past few days, I've been on a 

magic carpet ride. 

That's right folks - 

a DIY rug skirt.

 

 ok. Possibly (read: definitely) not. 

Though that would be even more fantastic than the current state of affairs. 

Which actually means a lot - considering that the current state of affairs is pretty damn fantastic.

I in no way jest when I say that I initially believed that this skirt was a bathroom rug.

Nestled cozily in between a stack of candles and rustic notebooks on an old wooden desk, how was I to know otherwise?

 Only after some much-needed fabric fondling did I realize my mistake.

And oh,

What a glorious little lightbulb began to glow.

 

The rising action to this story of shag consists of an incredibly awkward moment; 

that 20 seconds or so after which I initially mentioned to my colleagues that I may or may not be obsessively in love with the strange little skirt in the corner.

Everyone got real quiet, and more than a couple painfully unconvincing smiles were all-too-quickly faked.

Truth be told, I didn’t expect this reaction at all. 

In fact, for all the self-depreciating quips that I make, I never really feel inside that the decisions I make when dressing are actually weird. They feel so natural, that only when I’m checked by the awkward responses of others, do I realize that I've "erred".

And every time I’m forced to ask myself: Do I care?

skirt: Anthropologie, tee: Everlane (seriously, discovered this through another blog and now I'm in love.), boots: Lucky Brand, jacket: from Rome, necklace: UO (rich person version)

In Summation: you’ll be happy to hear that the “no” is slowly drowning out the “yes”.  

Cheers.