Sooo... I'm wearing a long skirt. I don't know why so many people hate long skirts. I was doing my thing in the kitchen this morning and my mom and brother kept calling me a maîtresse d'école. Do I look like a schoolteacher? I don't think so... My inspiration for this outfit was Keira Knightley. Last spring, I saw a picture of her in a long, flowy pleated skirt and a crips white shirt and I saved it in my style inspiration folder. I recreated the outfit with a heavier skirt and I tucked in my white blouse instead of tying it at the waist. I think it looks pretty neat!
Blouse: Jules & James via Zellers (15$) // Skirt: Urban Outfitters (10$) // Shoes: Payless (30$)
Tights: ??? // Earrings: Aldo (6$) // Belt: old from little brothers (free!)
See how Billy is looking to the right? There was a plate with sunny side up eggs on my desk. My workspace is a total mess right now. I'm going to remove a few ''inspirational pictures'' for a cleaner look. Most of these don't even inspire me anymore! It's hard to concentrate when you're surrounded by loads of bright images... The Design Blog created an album on its Facebook page with a ton of very interesting workspaces. I would like to install a shelf on top of my desk, but I would have to confront my mom again, which I don't want. She bites! Mom, if you read this, please note that my room is for living and working, not for looking organized and super pretty for you to see. Seriously, she keeps giving me the stink eye every single time I add a poster or artwork on the walls. She says things like ''I made you a beautiful room and you ruined it with your artist mess and your ugly deer comforter set!''. Oh my. I can't wait to have my very own place and install shelves and artwork on every. single. wall. I'm turning 20 this year and let me tell you that after 20 years of collecting random stuff, I don't have much space left for new things. There are books, CDs and vinyls everywhere in my room... and I'm not telling you about how many clothes and pairs of shoes are hiding in my wardrobe. And my drawers. And on the back of my bedroom door. And a few items on the floor. Sometimes I get attached to stuff, like my old PE shirt from first grade. And my basketball team shirts from fifth grade. And that shirt that is pilling and has a few rips, but that I wore when I went into town with this guy. I should get rid of them! I am terrible. Haha.