In honor of Easter, a holiday centered around rebirth, bunny rabbits and chocolate (in mindless pop psychology anyway), I have decided to conjure an outfit inspired by this Holiday. There's two plausible explanations for the origins of this skirt; either this is the direct result of not waxing my nether regions (which, I assure you, is very reminiscent to exhibit A, after a week unscathed) or I am birthing a member of Sesame Street. Since my jungle of love is not purple (the last I checked anyway, circa 2008), and given the holiday theme for today's post, let us stick to the birthing of the feathers theory. Or perhaps I'm looking too much into notions of rebirth and such after spending an entire morning watching The History Channel's miniseries "The Bible." Speaking of which, anyone else think Diogo Morgado cast as Jesus is inappropriate? I mean, he looks like Beefcake Jesus, who is way too hot. It does not project holiness when you cannot look at him without saying 'God damn'! They need to cast a Jesus who looks like he suffers like us -- with a spare tire, receding hairline, and who only came on Easter because he heard there was chocolate.
But seriously, do I not look like I have just conceived Big Bird (immaculately and asexually may I add), or at the very least, that this is the appropriate skirt to wear whilst nesting the eggs? Get it? Eggs? Easter? Easter eggs?
My attempts to draw correlations between birth/eggs, or rather themes of Easter with my outfit are resulting in failed attempts, so let us now shift our focus to volume x volume. I love playing with volume, which, in the past has resulted in many variations of the peplum top coupled with either a tulle skirt, or any structured skirt that has the ability to simultaneously serve as an umbrella. Now, volume on top and bottom doesn't always translate so well on shorter, stubbier people, such as myself. In fact, a commentator on my previous post pointed out that, the reason my previous outfit failed, which I did acknowledge btw, was because I did not dress myself according to my body proportions. They key to dressing a midget successfully is to juxtapose the top and the bottom, but I think rules of body proportion appropriate clothing are stupid as shit, because it robs me of the ability to look like I have birthed someone.
Do you believe in fashion rules on how we should and should not dress to suit our body proportions? Or do you break the rules at the risk of being ostracized from some very chic trends?