Ruffles Not Diets

Sunday I was seized by a demon urge to make a skirt, from this ridiculously creepy-cute fabric.  Possibly it had to do with all the work, not coming due too soon, I should have been doing, but mostly I had finished conceptualizing the skirt and once I have figured out how to do something I always have to do it.  I will be incapable of doing anything else, totally focused, until finished.  This is a trait that can be very helpful or very distracting, depending.  Anyway, I obviously had to wear this skirt to my stitch and bitch Wednesday night, but it's a bit much for work.  I have a pretty short period between getting home from work and leaving for the SnB, so I wanted something that would transition easily.

Stay on my head, mono!

I hope the details on the shirt (lace, pintucks, and the corset lacing which does not show up well in this photograph) keeps me from looking too much like a waitress at a fancy restaurant in this outfit, which is kind of the impression I get looking at pictures now.  Anyway, I paired the fancy blouse I wanted to wear with relatively simple black pants (one of my two pairs of pants, that have a tuxedo stripe of embossed velvet down the legs), eye makeup that was interesting enough to not be redone, but toned down lipstick.  I don't have any jewelry because I ran out of time getting dressed, but would have worn black pearls, single string.  I also wore plain black ballet flats.
To transition it: I added more interesting jewelry, exchanged the pants for black tights and the skirt, put on kitty-faced mary-janes, added burgundy lipstick, and grabbed my knitting bag.

Outfit details
Pants: Igigi, years ago and on clearance
Blouse: Milanoo
Tights + Necklace: Torrid
Earrings: handmade by a friend, Pike Brewing company bottle caps