Things one could do in a roomy denim pinafore:
- Bike along a bay
- Collect eggs from a chicken coop
- Hail a cab
- Ponder eternity
- Do a deep dive on a stranger’s instagram
- Negotiate a higher salary
- Wave to the neighbors
- Flip off a disrepectful man on the side walk
- Frolic in a meadow
- Start a revolution?
dress – gap (maybe in stores but not online) (similar) / shirt – gap (old) / boots – thrifted, unsure / jacket – thrifted, unsure / most unhelpful list of products ever – me
I did a handful of the less noble ones in this particular roomy denim pinafore. As it happens, they’re surprisingly versatile (emotionally, at least). I couldn’t really grab onto a character when I wore it – I felt multi-faceted! Like a real woman. #feminism
All the above considered, I didn’t even know I needed a pinafore (can’t use that word enough) until I found this little treasure at Gap the other day. For how little I actually visit Gap, my success rate there is surprisingly high.
Oh, and remember when I said this jacket had made the ambitious journey from my hall closet to my clothing rack due to its increased potential in response to the 70’s trend?
It’s become somewhat of a mainstay. Who knew an old canvas jacket from the men’s section of a thrift store that I bought for a ski trip 3 years ago would become the dark horse of my 2015 wardrobe?
I know there is something gross, by the way, about the concept of trends. But somehow they seep into my pores until my trend-following desires feel grass-roots and organic instead of those of a zombie who blindly follows her amoeba of peers. How does the industry do this so seamlessly? Ugh, consumerism am I right?
At least it keeps things interesting.
Ready for action. Or inaction. Or various levels in-between.