I love tunics. They are chic, have a bohemian/hippie feel, and are easy to wear. Oh, and I recently realized how much I love saying love. I do. I have tried not to use it so much in every day sentences, but I failed. I am in love with so many people, places, things. I love nouns, apparently. Love!
Can't help it.
Focus, Valerie. Tunics.
I have a couple of tunics. The first tunic I purchased when we used to have television channels. Yeah, that's right...we have no channels. We haven't had channels for six years and I don't miss it. Well, I do miss watching Sunday afternoon football and the Olympics. Love those.
Anyway, I would flip through the channels when I nursed my baby girl at night and happened to spot this long sleeve tunic on QVC. Yeah, that's right...I made a purchase on QVC. And it was on clearance. Because please, I rarely pay full price. I have had this tunic for a long time and I still love it. I've said before that I hold on to clothes for a while because you can always reinvent your wardrobe.
The second tunic I found while thrifting. It actually started off as a dress, but it looked too cutesy, so I took my handy scissors to it and carefully cut at the ruffle. Yeah, that's right...I used my scissors...again. And because I cut along the ruffle, I didn't have to hem it. No sewing involved. Gotta love that.
So I am releasing my inner hippie today. Wearing a tunic, brewing kombucha tea, and drinking out of a mason jar as I type this.
Peace. Tunics. Love.