Hello high waisted

"Do you need to pull down your skirt?" Robert asked me the first time I wore this beauty. "NO," I replied in verbal all-caps. "It is high-waisted."

I have a long torso. It's part of the reason I'm kind of tall. Would I prefer to be kind of tall because I have long legs? Yes. But you can't always get what you want. Ask Mick Jagger.

Back in the '90s when I was teenage skinny and Britney Spears reigned, my long torso simply meant I showed a sliver of stomach basically at all times. Shirts were not long enough for me. It was a whole thing.

Now, I'm 30 years old. I'm a grown up, people. A full-on adult. "Sliver of stomach basically at all times" is not socially acceptable especially in a professional setting. And so: I wear tunics, any shirts I can find that are long, and I wear high-waisted skirts. Look at it! Waist-accentuating. Super cute. Good stuff.

(Shirt and skirt are thrifted. Tights are ancient. Shoes are Urban Outfitters. Smile is awkward. Bangs are bobby-pinned. Crazy mouth collage is by Alexandra Miller. Antique monstrous hall tree was in-law gifted.)