I See London

Every time I walk by a girl wearing one of those long, stupid Old Navy skirts I want to scream. They are unflattering and pointless and foul and WHY GOD WHY? But when I found a cute homemade version of the floaty skirt at my local thrift store this weekend, I was suckered in. It's adorably patched together with different materials and swirls seductively about the calves. Sort of hippie meets hipster. So very very cute.

Except for this morning on the train platform when the entire thing BLEW UP AROUND MY HEAD AND STAYED THERE. That was less "cute" and more "so intensely mortifying I may have to start catching the train elsewhere."

But at least I had on sassy underpants.