I know that it's a Stockholming Monday, and I will do that as soon as I can get to a not-hideous mirror. But I'm so in love with this outfit that I can't wait to share it with you. It's what my coworker called "pure spring": pastel plaid peasant top, dark denim pencil skirt, and teal peep-toes with cork wedges. And--and--no hose. I am baring my legs from the knee down with no hose, thereby embracing my gleaming alabaster legs. The contrast with the skirt is slightly stunning in the nonstandard way, but mostly I just feel good today.
In all honesty, I have no idea how I survived without pencil skirts. They hit at exactly the right place, hug all the right spots, and are so comfortable as to be ridiculous. They're both fun and professional, and I need about a dozen more. The other good part about today is that, despite the massive feasting that happened to celebrate the meeting of Redsox/Yankees baseball and Mother's day, and despite the evil weighing maching cackling at my gain last night (I think, though, that the number's a false one due to the sheer quantity of salty food yesterday, and will be reweighing tonight), today is the first time that I have been able to zip this skirt without the aid of those wonderful shapers we discussed last time. Not only that, but it's comfortably zipped--I don't feel like I'm being garrotted by my own attire! Rejoice with me, Internet! Rejoice! For now we will ignore that I take such good care of this skirt that it doesn't need to be washed very often, and is comfortably stretched out--simply rejoice in the lack of pinching!
Oh, yes, Internet--today victory is mine. Mine and the Pencil Skirt's. All hail the Pencil Skirt! Hail it!
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