For maximum effect, this post should be read while listening to the B-52’s song of the same name
In fashion, like most things in life, rules are made to broken. Like I used to say I’d never wear polyester. That was before I began collecting vintage Huk-A-Poo shirts (my favorite is an unfortunate shade of brown with a dog breed motif) and way, way before I made my best ebay score EVER—Lily Pulitzer pants in a print featuring Siamese cats drinking martinis with blue olives! They have an elastic waistband AND pleats down the front, but still remain one of my most prized possessions.
On the tail of that inspired success I bid on and won the lil’ number you see here. I thought it might be possible to mitigate the Holly Hobbie factor with black harness boots and a black turtleneck. But something’s stopped me…I’ve yet to wear it…and it’s been sitting in my closet for at least 3 years. What do y’all think? It’s ok if you don’t think I can pull it off—maybe that’s actually a compliment. Just tell me the truth.
P.S. Actually, the kitty featured in this skirt reminds me of my friend Elyse’s iconic Evil Dead meatloaf. Tell me you can’t see the similarity!
