Men Are But Gilded Loam Or Painted Clay

I wore this skirt for New Years; which my family spent bowling. You can't get too glam if you're going to be tossing a ten pound ball down a lane, so it was just this skirt and cozy sweater--much like today's outfit. It's not how one typically pictures New Years, but perhaps my idea of that holiday is too influenced by Ginger Rogers movies. The night should obviously end with a choreographed dance that finishes just at the stroke of midnight. Obviously. Still, it was a fun night with my family and now when I wear this skirt on mundane days of errands and e-mails, I recall that night. Clothes are so tied to memories for me. A memorable night in a specific dress means I'll remember that night every time I put that dress on.