This poorly-lit photo gives you an idea of proportion --it's a fairly uncompromising look in many ways, with the long skirt and the flat boot, but I like it anyway (or because of?). If you're wondering what I'm standing on in our apartment hallway, it's a blanket we threw over the hand-woven rug that Skeena immediately claimed as her comfort zone in new territory. She was very well-behaved, as if she knew she wasn't allowed in the condo (we had to sneak her up and down the stairs and back door for bathroom breaks), but she gravitated to the one item she could wreck just by lying on it. This solution seemed easier than constantly scolding and trying to move her.
I'm curious -- what's the longest you've waited before wearing something new? And was that deliberate or oversight or simply because of circumstances?