Luckily, as I've been monogamous for lo these many years, this encounter has a shopping analogue. And I have experienced it, most recently (and quite profoundly, I'm happy to tell) with B - my great friend. We are so joyful together in shopping, it's ridiculous.
By way of history, we met when our children were very young (my one and her six!) and B was instrumental in guiding me through early parenting with a gentle, mellow perspective no one would accuse me of exhibiting naturally. I am not an earthy nurturer. Motherhood - as I came to it - filled me with a kind of anxiety I wouldn't wish on anyone. Of course, there is a complex story that goes along with this pronouncement, but I will spare you the details.) However, in watching B - as she more-or-less calmly directed children of all ages - I began the slow process of finding my own way. The painfully slow process. Of course, time is a great teacher too.
Which is how I managed to have that sleepover birthday party in April without the assistance of street drugs. Really.
But enough of the serious stuff - here's one more outfit to show off:
(PS - I got this skirt at the vintage shop across the street from Refinery. Uncharacteristically, I cannot remember its name, but I will find out and let y'all know. It's the same late-60s polyester-plus as the plaid one I got a couple of weeks ago at Apt. 909! And, it too, is lined with shorts.)