The Skirt Came Back, The Very Next Day

After yesterday's retina searing dress, I thought I would tone it down just a smidge for today's neon post. And I mean juuuust a smidge. I wore this skirt on St. Patrick's Day, during which I was in absolutely no danger of being pinched, because everyone could see that I was wearing green. Provided they could still see after looking at me.

Let me tell you a little secret about this skirt. I almost lost it once. I took it to Second Time Around on Charles Street to be consigned and, after three months, no one had purchased it. So I brought it home. I stared at it. My eyes ached. I stared at it some more. And suddenly, somehow, I decided that I loved it. How had I almost consigned my favorite skirt? Why would I even do such a thing??

Now, some might say that the fact I tried to get rid of the skirt and no one wanted it may mean something. Namely, it may mean that the skirt is ugly. But I just don't buy that. I think that it took some previously unknown audacity, some unlocked inner spunk to wear this skirt. I wasn't ready for it, Beacon Hill shoppers weren't ready for it. But with my newfound neon nerve, this is actually one of my favorite skirts in my closet. 

Skirt: Escada

Shirt: Target

Shoes: MARC Marc Jacobs

Necklace: Anthropologie

Sunglasses & Watch: Michael Kors

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