I felt like a runaway princess in this outfit, like I escaped the castle by way of my bad-boy boyfriend's motorcycle but didn't have time to change out of my princess dress and slippers. Except I hate motorcycles and if I lived in a castle, I would never ever leave. Still, I can't keep from twirling in skirts/dresses like this - and I'm pretty sure that's the sole job of a princess. In my head, a princess just twirls and twirls and maybe restlessly sleeps on a stack of mattresses with a pea underneath.
Serious matters of royal duties aside, I have been enjoying changing things up with sporadic bouts of longer hemlines and flat soles. I haven't abandoned my heels, but I've made an effort to be a little kinder to my feet (flats in my bag are my saving grace). After a long day of around the city in six (yes, six) inch heels, I stopped into Nine West and bought some much needed flats. Bonus: they have huge bows on the toes. Double bonus: they were super on sale at just under $22.
At that, the charade is over; I'm merely an ordinary girl. Who has ever heard of a bargain shopping princess?