It’s official. I’m in love.
I love the look of maxi skirts…. on other people. Specifically, people who are not shaped like me. As a dear friend once observed (about someone else! I promise!), ankle length skirts make me look rather like a door from the waist down. And so I resigned myself to letting the maxi skirt trend pass me by, like so many non-pear-friendly trends before it – skinny jeans, drop-waist dresses, and anything ever worn by Kate Moss.
While I was on my summer top adventure/nightmare last weekend, I spotted this skirt lurking at the back of the Loft store. Because I am a glutton for punishment, and still licking my wounds from the Inadvertent Romper Incident, I tried it on.
Angels sang. I kid you not.
It was comfortable, it was reasonably flattering, it was….. the only item in the store not on sale.
I bought it anyway. If you have been around me for more than about 30 seconds, you know this is HIGHLY UNUSUAL.
I wore it to church on Sunday with a chunky turquoise necklace, and then again to work on Monday with an infinity scarf I made.
It feels like pajama pants, and the wide waistband keeps everything where it’s supposed to be. I may wear it to sleep tonight.
Have a lovely week!