In An Octopus's Garden
After receiving some rather difficult news about my momB, The Mr and I decided we needed a night out on the town. We met up with some friends at the (free) Summer Concert Series, which was yes, featuring the Beatles' cover band, Liverpool (can I get a woot! woot! for overusing commas in one sentence?) It was the middle of summer, outdoors, sans kids. I stood in my closet for a good 20 minutes trying to decide what would be the right thing to wear (think bugs, grass stains, dirt........) I settled on something I didn't really like:
|Meet the Mr and pardon our bluish tint. And yes, I specifically didn't take a full shot of my outfit.|
It has been a really long time since I last attended an outdoor concert of any Big Band variety (or should I say, denim variety?) As I watched fellow concert goers walking around in various clothing, including white (yes, she had brown spots of something on her backside,) and Band t-shirts (lots of Beatles, one Beastie Boys.) I turned to my friend and admitted that I was really out of the loop - how could I forget that you could wear the bands' t-shirt??
Fast forward one week, and while at Kohls, walking through a center aisle, this tee caught my eye:
Belt: I cannot remember to save my life and I tore out the tag (like 4 years ago.) sorry.
Chignon gone wrong: c/o.........me.
I had to add this picture because my absolutely most favorite thing about this skirt is how it swings and sways!
Now you know what I would have worn, if I had actually owned it at the time. Maybe next year. On a side note, I have to give a shout out to my city. They rock! The taxes are high, but the benefits are worth it. The End.