A nod to Holly and to Truman.
After a day of being excruciatingly blue, a girl needs some wardrobe therapy.
Some mean red, for instance. I love this red skirt. It's pouffy, it's girly, it's just a bit noticeable. I like how lounge-singeresque it makes me feel. I just want to grab the mike and start singing a bit of Ol' Cole or some Irving Berlin. It feels like an autumn color to wear.
Or like an antidote to the approaching cold, short days of work.
Crazy how clothes work on us.
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