Almost all of my favorite items of clothing were acquired by happening upon them. Such was the case with this skirt. I was simply shopping for cheese at the farmer’s market, when I happened to walk past a women selling traditional Laotian textiles. All of the sudden, the clouds seemed to part and shine down on this antique skirt tucked in the back. As it normally does in these moments, my heart started racing, which is the indicator that we were meant to be. But still, I go through my checklist:
#1 Can I imagine wearing this for the rest of my life?
#2 Does it have my colors in it?
#3 Was it made by hand millions of years ago?
#4 Does it feel decadent to the touch?
Yes, yes, yes and yes. SOLD. Today is Thursday and I am wearing my favorite skirt.