My love of fashion may have started with me liking Blair on "The Facts of Life." I mean nobody liked Blair, but I dreamed of dressing just like her when I was a teenager (thankfully that didn't happen). And then I was the only one who liked Margo on Punky Brewster. Margo was a stinker, as was Blair, but I loved how they dressed so while I was pretending to like Punky best with all the cool kids, inside I was loving all that lovely pink Margo was wearing, not to mention her perfect ringlets.
Then I realized that I had a problem when I was loving Whitley on "A Different World" (did ANYONE besides me ever watch these shows?) and nobody else liked her. What was wrong with me? In the end Idiscovered I was a fashion lover.
I think the time I really fell in love with all things feminine was when for Christmas one year my little sister and I got those dresses with the enormous slip under them that twirled like nobody's business. I wore that thing to pieces. From then on I was a devout follower of anything with ruffles (the 80s were good to me).
church. It reminds me of the shape of those lovely 50s dresses with the full skirt. I would have been in heaven living in that era (that may once again be an indication I need to pick up clogging so I can wear those poofy skirts) I love how it swishes when I walk and the skirt twirls out on occasion, you know like when I turn a corner too sharply, or turn around suddenly, or lose all control and repeatedly turn around in circles (I do my best to prevent this from happening if anyone is watching).
Yep it's an awesome twirly skirt, and every girl should own a good twirly skirt...
Dress: Shabby Apple | Shoes: Steve Madden | Bag: Nine West via Ross | Jewelry and headband: Banana Republic