Return to Quirky

The ghost of my old style still haunts my closet, it seems. Like Old Taylor Swift, Old Adina can’t come to the phone, but, clearly, she can still be resurrected on the blog from time to time. (Sidenote: “Look What You Made Me Do” is a terrible song, and it is catchy AF.) It’s hard to commit to an exorcism when it comes down to pieces like these. I’d venture to call them Peak Anthropologie — which is to say, twee-ness at its best. So many sweet, little details, down to the frills on the skirt lining (which you can’t see), and the underlayers of the tulle hem (ditto). These clothes look like somebody’s craft project, in the best way. I can’t bear to part with them.

It’s hard to explain how I feel when I wear outfits like these. They feel more like a performance, of sorts, than a second skin (if that makes sense). It’s not necessarily a bad thing. Even though, with age, I’ve come to lean more and more into the comfort that comes from knowing myself, it can still be fun to “dress up and play” from time to time. I mean, a ruffle tail? What could be more fun?