Today I clipped off the tag of a skirt I'd yet to wear but had owned for over a year. (Insert shame here.) While thrusting through an overstuffed closet, I realized that getting dressed sort of implies leaving the house. That opportunity came with one phone call from my father in the form of a last minute invitation to my 8-year-old sister's art showing downtown at the Jacksonville Museum of Contemporary Art. Success.
Little girls in red skirts and pink bows were more intrigued by the tassels on my 1920's style skirt than their paintings on the walls. Little hands reached out to touch them as I twirled and then kissed my little sis on the top of her head and told her she'd be the next Georgia O'Keeffe. With that the not-yet-tweens buzzed around her with interest. I looked back to see her shy smile accept her new friendships.
Day 1, and I'm sure that a black skirt can swirl with colors, stand on its own as contemporary AND art, ignite friendships, get you out of the house and easily be worth every dollar you spent on it.
Thank you to Forever 21 for the flapper-inspired black skirt which I'm sure was no more than $30. You have been worn and loved. Thank you for keeping me forever young...even in the company of 8-year-olds.
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