Skirteous

Get it, like courteous but with a skirt. Nope? ok cool.

Can we just discuss how obliged my heart feels to relieve my tendencies to supplement a very,verrry large void in my life shaped like none other than the various interpretations of a Topshop skirt. Is it a problem yet? I don't thinks so, but all likely proactive remedies point towards verbal digression through virtiual means, and thereby blogspot.



Imagine your Yo Quiero hormones on coke, and not of the aqueous, refreshing variety. I take that back, maybe cocaine is refreshing... Nevertheless that's what happening so I advise you get with it.

Leggo over this one at a time literally. HAY, new game! I call it: summarize a feeling towards the item of question in a single sentence, with nine commas and and three semi-colons at maximum or "One-liner".

I see a nicer version of myself in this skirt, such as that I represent the qualities of a generally kind, well mannered and caring person.Maybe I might pick flowers in a field with likeness to that of the meadow depicted in the first installment of Twilight, maybe I should ride a vintage bike down a suburban neighborhood with my super vintage wiener dog and slurpee. Red lipstick, maybe?

 Unfortunately the picture above is increasingly more enticing than I believe the realties of its structure promise. To be worn ironically, as presumed, it's a little preppy now; but we can change that.

 Imitating a little Louis Vuitton SS13 are we Topshop? Risque or fulfilling the task at hand in which us middy class shoppers can exploit haughty trend at an exceptionally more affordable rate. You have just witnessed an "Ahah Moment", thank you Ms. Winfrey for providing name to a peak in the human thought process.

 

You may question why these two skirts are posed together...While I find it quite obvious, for those less versed in common knowledge, its because they both propose the common theme of vacation and paradise, duh? To the left, the fabric clearly displays a family having tons, and I mean tons, of fun in a likely sanitary and totally un-sketchy motel, while the other conversely, is most likely made out of the curtains in one of our uber-old time shares in Cancun. Or maybe it's the comforter?

Sophisticated, but granted my innate sarcastic appeal, things would likely be much different in my possession.

 People are always hating on their grandmother's attire, however, I find it sartorially appealing. In truth, we are honoring our ancestry in the most respectful way possible, by imitating both their youth and elderesence – noted that's probably not YET a word– in pastel floral drapery recycled for a mere 48 euros.

I this real life J.W. Anderson, or an alternate universe in which clothing imitates household furnishings. To dah left, to dah left, I own a rug that looks like the skirt to the left. Also imagine the skirt to the right as a tapioca couch residing in my grandmother's den as we speak. But remember how we honor you in that comparison, riggghtt.

 Reminding me of something Acne would make and probably already did, but lets not return to the previous argument. Remember when denim skirts used to be so tacky? Not saying that I didn't indulge in that trailer trashiness, but I feel as if this is better, or it could just be reverting me back to my previous tedencies as my elementary and middle years permitted. Also of note, my Songza radio satation is on 2000s High School Dance Party, and it's admittedly of high influence.

Das Bananas! But saw that one coming.