Living at home has a million reasons to stay but occasionally my mother’s opinions on my outfit give me a reason to want to leave. “That skirt is so short I can’t even look,” she said to me this morning as I sashayed into the kitchen. I saw a very similar outfit on one of my favorite blogs Helmi otsalla recently and was waiting for a good day to try it out. The skirt is most certainly a mini skirt, but I’m literally buttoned up everywhere else. Living with my mom has subtly influenced my style in that way, because I could never wear anything but long sleeves with a mini-skirt (to work at least). Before I even leave my room I can usually guess exactly what she will deem appropriate.
Thanks mom for my some of my own strictly self imposed style rules. If you wear a low cut shirt don’t wear a short skirt, shoulders should be covered at work unless the air conditioning breaks, and always carry a sweater. My favorite is the fingertip test; if the skirt is shorter than where your fingertips fall you can’t wear it in public. I’m not sure if she’s actually said any of these out loud, except the fingertip one, but they have been imprinted upon my brain and there they will stay.
Back to my original point, I sashayed into my kitchen and after she couldn’t look at my skirt I dropped my arms and measured the length of my skirt which was just the right length. I felt kind of awesome today.