Tulle: A Love Story

I have a theory that tulle was a gift from God Himself. I have no basis for this theory beyond the fact that I haven’t met a women yet who doesn’t thouroughly enjoy at least the idea of a skirt or dress with a little volume. A dress to go to a ball in (or, I guess prom since that’s probably the most formal event a lot of us will have or have already gone to). A skirt to twirl in.

There’s just something about a tasteful amount of tulle that is flat-out exciting.

In fact the first time I wore a dress that I realized had a layer of tulle inside, I felt like I’d found buried treasure, or maybe Atlantis. My point is I got unexplainably excited about a piece of fabric I didn’t know existed up to that point. I didn’t even know I could get excited about fabric until the moment I heard myself saying, “Wait, it’s a little…poofy? I like it.” But from then on, I decided I needed more tulle in my life. The bigger the better, I thought, so I wore a prom dress with about a two foot circumference in a club house not much larger than my living room (it was a homeschool prom…that’s a story for another day) and vowed to wear a full ballgown on my wedding day.

Maybe that’s a bit excessive. Maybe I still kind of want a ball gown.

Either way, I found this tulle skirt at T.J. Maxx around Christmas last year and I instantly knew we would be very good friends. It’s one of the few articles of clothing that has stuck with me through some pretty decent weight loss. All it needed was a pin on the side and my beloved skirt fit once more. Thus made a delighted Gabrielle.

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It’s a pretty fancy skirt, I’ll admit, so dressing it down had to be a bit strategic. I played it safe and went for a jean jacket (choosing a darker denim for some contrast of color). Nothing says casual, but not I-just-rolled-out-of-bed, like a jean jacket.

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I also wore my cross-body purse because, let’s face it, who’s ever heard of a fancy cross-body purse? (Okay I’m sure Givenchy or some brand of the like has accomplished a fancy cross-body purse, but for us common folk who’s closets are made up of hand-me-downs, thrift store finds, and clearance rack Target dresses, they don’t really exist).

I threw in some matching sandals and a tank top and this is about as casual as I could get it. If you look closely, you can even see that I left a neon hairband on my wrist. Though, granted, I’ll probably forget it’s there on my wedding day so this is nothing new. It’s kind of an extension of me at this point.

(This is the second time I’ve brought up my wedding day in one post. I swear, as a very single 20-year old, this isn’t a typical topic of conversation for me. My subconscious might be trying to tell me something. Let’s move on.)

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Thoughts? Comments? Do you share my obsession with tulle or was I wrong to throw all women in the tulle-loving category? If you hate tulle, what’s wrong with you? (Just kidding, that was too harsh. You’re entitled to your opinion…but really, what’s wrong with you?)

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