Believe me when I say I have a thing for white skirts. We are talking L.O.V.E.
I think part of the reason I loved them so much is because I always wanted one. It seemed like everyone (but me) owned a white skirt and I desperately wanted one. We could never find them in stores. We searched! If they carried it, they would always be out. I just wanted a white skirt and apparently it was too much to ask.
Well, one day 3-4 years ago, my mom told me she had a surprise for me. I think she had just gotten home from a vacation but I can't remember. She gave me a grocery bag. I opened it to find MY WHITE SKIRT! Oh my goodness. I was so excited! She had found a white skirt (and it was a super cute one!) and I was now the proud owner of a white skirt. I ran into my room to try it on and then model it. It didn't fit. I tried and wiggled and sucked it in. No. It didn't fit. I was now the disappointed owner of a too small white skirt. I told my mom and she said it was the only size the store had and she was hoping it would work. Unfortunately, my dream for having a white skirt would continue.
I could never get rid of that white skirt. Even if it didn't fit. It was still mine and white. And it was cute. I wished it would fit but doubted it ever would. Well, fast forward to a week or so ago when I was unpacking some of my "too small" clothes box. (At least all of our numerous boxes are labeled--making it easier to find/ unpack/ organize!) I found my white skirt. I held it up and wished it would fit so bad. I doubted it would. But figured I would try it on anyway just for kicks and giggles before I packed it up again.
Well... long story short...