- Plaid shirt – thrifted
- Denim pencil skirt – thrifted
- Lace necklace – self-made
- Leather belt – thrifted
- Shoes – Hush Puppies
I find it ironic that, given my super long legs, arms and canines (Vampire Katie: just add glitter), my torso is as short as my attention span when people start talking about their cats.
As a short-waisted gal, I have “rules.” I prefer to wear my pants and skirts on my hips. I tend not to tuck in shirts. I wear longer shirts that go down over my hips, thus extending the visual line of my torso. Today I broke with those rules and…gasp…tucked in my shirt! Sort of… I couldn’t actually bring myself to tuck the whole shirt in, and so compromised with the “business in the front, party in the back” approach. I’m wearing the mullet of shirt tucks and now feel a strong desire to watch giant trucks squish little cars.
However, can an actual mullet do this when a sudden tornado attacks your porch?
I didn’t think so.
It felt good to be a rule breaker today (next up, cutting those tags off my mattress!) and the world didn’t come to an end because I tucked(ish) in my shirt. Yet.
Is anyone else a dedicated non-tucker? What rules do you swear by/what rules have you broken?