SWEATER: Zara's (similar here)| DRESS (worn as shirt): French Connection (similarish here)| SKIRT: c/o Vintage Griffin| BOOTS: Macy's (similar here, and only $23!)
So I realized I didn't really tell you the story of moving back to Chicago for good, and just assumed you'd somehow...know? Haha so gather close because today I'll be filling you in. We lived in Seattle for six and a half months and it was a little bittersweet when we decided it'd be best to move back home. I was missing my family and friends a ton and, even though I was having a great time adventuring through the PNW, I still had this countdown in the back of my head for June and the moment I could haphazardly pack up things and go run home. But the real reason that we decided to take the plunge and do it was because Marc was starting a business with his friend and they were at the point where he really couldn't be 2000 miles away anymore and stay on point. And so when he brought up the topic gingerly of perhaps maybe busting out the cardboard boxes and suitcases, I contained my glee and the urge to cartwheel and, instead, agreed cooperatively ;)
But then, a week before we made the big move back home, Marc and I decided to break up. I know, I know it seems completely out of the blue and it kind of was. But I feel like things the past few months started dwindling down and, even though we loved each other, we weren't very happy. We still had awesome times together and our days were peppered with laughs, inside jokes, and good talks, but there was an undercurrent of tension and caginess that boiled to the surface every now and then that I tried to stubbornly ignore. But in the end we decided that that blasted uneasy feeling was real and that we should be honest with ourselves, and agreed that it'd be best to take a break from each other. I was with him for a little over two years so of course I'm blue and find pangs of missing him at the most random of times, but I also feel in my gut that this was the right decision. I grew up with images of Noah patiently building a house for the one that got away and Cary Grant waiting on top of the Empire State building til night falls, and felt like this lost that. So I'm both happy and sad- which leads me right back into bittersweetness doesn't it?
And now, if we can take a detour from my Bridget Jones state of mind right now, let's talk about my outfit! So because I moved and didn't have 15 pieces of luggage handy, I had to pack all of my clothes into boxes and ship them over to the chilly Midwest. Actually, let me rephrase that: ship them over to the chilly Midwest during Christmas season. Which of course means that out of my nine boxes only two have made their way back home to me so far. Which in turn means I have like...twelve things hanging in my closet. So, suffice it to say, coming up with outfits has been interesting, haha.
But luckily, this Vintage Griffin corduroy skirt somehow managed to beat my boxes and show up on my doorstep, mercifully giving me more options. This skirt is such a pretty piece. The color of wine and a flouncy ruffling on the bottom, it makes me feel just the right amount of country and cozy. To style it, I paired it with other dark, deep colors and decided to play with competing hemlines by matching it with a very long knit cardigan. I think the outcome came out very cozy and it'd probably have a different feeling to it if I chose a waist hitting sweater. Which just shows you: don't be scared to experiment! :)
And this isn't the first piece I nabbed from Vintage Griffin! I also got this striped short sleeve sweater and silk scarf (worn in this post), which meets my every loud color need ;)
And here are some of my favorite picks from Vintage Griffin- which one's your favorite?