The Skirt

I moved to the US in 2007 with a few suitcases, a cabinet, a small table, my black board from when I was 4, 19 boxes of books, vinyl and other various keepsakes and 1 box of clothes that no longer fitted me after the Big Breakdown of 2004 but that I daren't say goodbye to.

That box hung around in the basement back room mostly, and sometimes I'd look at it and shrug; these clothes weren't going anywhere, even though they certainly would not be worn again.

Or would they?

!!!

Meet my favourite denim skirt ever!
Sure, at this point it's muffin-toppy and sitting down is a bit of a hassle - but I'm wearing it. WEARING.IT.


ps. I'm starting to make come-hither eyes in the direction of my pink velvet suit.
pps. I went out for a run AGAIN this morning. For realz!