Truly I do not get out enough.
This morning’s adventure took me dress shopping with a friend who has wedding needs as the MOTB. Approximately 7,000 steps later we had some success. I simply marveled at the fashions and colors of spring, vowing to peruse the confines of my closet before I purchase something similar to what I already own. (It has happened in the past.)
However, I did wonder who in the world was trying to pull the wool over our eyes on this style – the skirt, not the shirt. Although the shirt also leaves something to be desired.

That just looks like it got stuck in the agitation of the washing machine and then frayed by the dryer. Perhaps that was how this creation came to be? I will just use this as a cautionary tale the next time I throw my ankle-length denim skirt in the machine.