“a ruffled mind makes a restless pillow.” // c. brontë
i’ve never really liked a ruffle, not even when i was small – unless, of course, they came out of a crinkly bag and were covered thickly with sour cream and onion dust that would cover my fingers and pretty much everything else.
if it wasn’t in regard to crunchy, salty, so-called food, a ruffle to me, was either a smidge twee, or to put it squarely – plumb junky. it doesn’t fit in with my need for geometry, for angles that cut cleanly, for clothes that smooth instead of adding bulk, (i’ll leave it to the chips to take care of that). and yet. i see them creeping into my consciousness as an occasionally chic option – as long as you don’t carry around any natural ruffles of your own.
➝ source : pencil skirt w/ruffle detail via roksanda
➝ source : sheer ruffled top via haider ackermann