Forever 21 tee; thrifted Anthropologie skirt; thrifted Ferragamo wedge espadrilles; vintage estate sale clutch
Today I am wearing a skirt with a boat on it. My encounters with boats, and with boating in general, have been limited. In college I had a brief yet illustrious career as a member of a co-ed crew team. Now, lest you think I sat amongst a group of buff athletes, rowing strenuously alongside them in synchronization, I must confess that I was the coxswain and never even picked up an oar, much less rowed a stroke. In case you're unfamiliar with the sport of crew, the job of the coxswain is to sit at the stern of the boat, yell at the rowers to stay in rhythm, and steer the boat. The cox doesn't work out with the team. She doesn't help clean off the boat after practice. She perches at the front and enjoys a perfectly lovely morning of gliding along the water while her teammates huff and puff and send her dirty looks for yelling at them.
Truthfully, I was a terrible coxswain. I had an unfortunate habit of steering the boat into the marsh that lined the river we practiced on. And most of the team hated me for yelling at them while they rowed. I might have been a little too enthusiastic about that part of the job. But you know what? I loved being on the water, even though our call time for practice was 4:30 am. I loved being part of a team, even though I wasn't exactly athletic. It was grand. And I loved wearing my little crew jacket with my name embroidered in curling script. That was the best part of all.