I did the blogger thing: I bought a tulle skirt.
I didn’t mean to! I was just in Target—I know, first mistake—and it was on sale and I stared into the bullseye and next thing I knew, I was in the checkout line with not only this beauty, but a phone charger, wool socks, some wooden hangers and a cherry coke. C’est la vie, right?
And I joke that it’s ‘a blogger thing’, but I’m only half kidding, because it seems most of us have one hanging in our closet. I’ll call it the ballerina appeal. Effortless grace, unassuming beauty, simple elegance…chic, would be another word.
The kind of girl that owns a tulle skirt is the kind of girl that wears oval sunglasses and clear lipgloss, with a starbucks cup that could be an Americano or a hot chocolate with extra whipped cream. She has an Italian Greyhound and a vespa, just in case. Swears by gelato but won’t touch froyo. She’s that brand of untouchable and whimsical.
If only we could all be Sarah Jessica Parker.
Sometimes glitter is gold, and sometimes it’s just glitter, and sometimes a tulle skirt dresses up an otherwise ordinary day. This shoot was in downtown McKinney, not NYC, and that’s actually really okay. Clothes can lend you a backstory for the day, but just because they’re adding to your main narrative. Just remember that you are the chic that your tulle presents.