This outfit was inspired by a scoop of neapolitan ice cream–well, the strawberry and chocolate parts which are my favorite. I snapped up this Rachael Ruddick crossbody bag when it went on sale recently. It came in several leather options but embossed croco is my favorite (love that gold hardware.) To go have a drink with my husband on Saturday night, I wore this pink pencil skirt and crop top. I haven’t worn anything with a thigh split since the last time I wore my favorite draped dress, but I thought this was a fun night-in-LA look.
This post is also a love letter to my thighs.
Thighs stretched smooth in front of mirrors, only to bounce back to dimpled superfluity. This is for the girls, like me, who changed carefully in the locker room so as to hide your body. For the girls and women whose jeans wear away from the inner seams out, this is for you too. Finally, let this be an homage to that moment so many of us women experience when we realize it doesn’t actually matter what we are wearing. Because women get stares wearing sweats at Target. So dress on your own terms. I want to see my body through my gaze for a change. No thigh gap. No problem. My thighs are not rubbing; they are kissing.
P.S. I’m excited to debut a new layout on the blog. It’s better organized and pretty cute. Be sure to check out the new About page and improved navigation. Tell me what you think!