Today, I took a shapeless, elastic-waisted skirt in a forgettable floral print and turned it to something that no longer belongs in my “For Salvation Army” pile. For years, this (formerly) unfortunate Chico’s skirt hung forlorn and neglected in the back of my closet, and more recently, in a brown paper bag marked for donation. My mom had found it at a secondhand store and bought it for me because “I thought you liked long floral skirts!” She was right – I did like them – back when I was in 8th grade and I’d wear them with Doc Martens. Plus it was Chico’s… not really my cuppa tea.
The first time I had heard of Chico’s was when I moved to the U.S. for college, and would spend hours in front of the TV catching up on years of missed American programming. This included cheesy daytime soaps and trashy talk shows, peppered with commercials for stay-at-home mom-friendly brands. I don’t know if anyone remembers the old Chico’s commercials, but they were always so corny: woman in mid-30’s standing on a rock on the beach, talking about how it’s a “Chico’s kind of day.” I cringe at the memory.
The other day, I was sorting one last time through my donations and I dug up this skirt. As I held it up to the light squinting, for a brief second I caught a glimpse of Kate Moss boho-meets-rocker-chic potential. I was intrigued, so I put myself to the task of testing the vision. It was really just a matter of subtracting some sweet by adding some edge: white boyfriend tank, favorite Helmut Lang black button shirt with the sleeves rolled up,vintage leather/leopard print belt, antique gold chain and shoes for the occasion– dusty gold skimmers for day or sexy gladiator sandals for night.
I have to say, the test was a personal success in that not only have I decided to keep the skirt – I’m actually really looking forward to wearing it.
So sorry, Salvation Army.