The only way to get over a fear of jersey pencil skirts is to
just wear one, right?
Old Navy skirt, Penningtons boots, polka-dotted romper turned tunic from Dots (how perfect!)
I bought this skirt last fall and can probably count the number of times I've worn it on one hand. It's so beautiful, and such a statement piece, but... it's a stretchy cotton pencil skirt. It's tight. And clingy. And shows off just how fat I am. The horror! I've been downsizing my closet, and this is one item I am not willing to get rid of, so I finally just got over myself and wore it out. And I almost won the battle, but it rides up like nobody's business. I'm not sure if it's the shorts I was wearing underneath, but if it had ridden up without the shorts I would've been showing off my underwear half way through the evening. Some people's cup of tea, but not the case for this modest miss.
I wore this a few weekends ago to the final evening of Regina's queer film festival (Queer City Cinema) to see I Am Divine! Amazing film, a little too much fatphobia. Did you know that no thin person has ever died before? Never ever. No? Me either. After the film my friends and I went to the gay bar, where I got laughed at by some dudes. This is why I don't like the gay bar. I always enjoy grabbing a pint with friends, though, and this is why I go there anyway. I wonder what it would be like to be in a space that actually felt "inclusive." I understand I have a lot of privileges, but even so I cannot begin to fathom what true inclusivity would feel like.
This necklace is one I made myself. Over the past year I'd gotten in the habit of making jewellery to go along with the ceramics projects, and lately I've been working on a lot of flowers and maggots (and fat tummies). I've been thinking of selling jewellery online, but I'm not sure if it'd
be worthwhile. If I do, no fears, I have plenty of necklaces sans maggots for you folks less in the grotesque.
