So yes, another never before seen from my closet, this beautiful Annie Griffin silk faille skirt...
Pristine, (white always makes me use that word,) fresh and beautiful, it was something that I had to let sit behind closed, sliding, mirrored doors before I decided to wear it.
I'm not sure what my hesitation was...perhaps it's the attraction of anything like chocolate or coffee to this lovely, colorless shade that scares me off or the "automatically wrinkle in humidity" properties that silk seems to have (wrinkles kill my Virgo anal perfectionist sensibilities,) or for whatever reason, I crave the wearing of white during, shall we say, a risky time of the month, (there's gotta be some kind of psychological connection there, I have many thoughts on this,) but who knows.
(Better view of necklace.) Well, on Wednesday, it finally made its debut, and just as predicted, a dirty horror struck and I got a flat on my way to work! However, I made it through the catastrophe and the rest of the day with only a little bit of chocolate on it. (May I remind you that while wearing white, all one has to do is think the word chocolate and it somehow appears on the once unblemished garment. Personally, I think about chocolate a lot.)