If you’re telling me this is ridiculous, I would readily agree. It IS ridiculous to wear a skirt has has bambis jumping out of your crotch and pink roses adorning the unspeakable place where the sun don’t shine. And even more ridiculous to have a strapping young lad with a silly hat sniffing those said roses!
But still: wearing this just makes me so happy, inspite of all the hilarity! It is basically a metre of fabric happiness, all pattern-“matched” into a “I don’t care” skirt that is more than a little nod to Oona, the muse of all dangerous pattern placement.
I made up the pattern a few times before (but never blogged it) and what can I say, it’s one of my favourite skirt patterns. I like a pencil skirt as much as the next woman, but always find them difficult to fit across those hips. This has the pegged in look but a lot more wriggle room for the booty.
I should have included a walking vent, but only realised when it was too late. Well, no running away in this skirt, I’m going to have to look all those people who point at me in the eye.
By the way: in case you’re wondering what’s happening with that hair and why I don’t give a hairdresser the job they so clearly deserve – I’m trying to let it grow a little. But because I have had short or very short hair for basically 30 years I’m in some slight confusion as to what length I actually want to grow it to. So at the moment I’m going with straight out of bed hair and call it a look. Because that totally makes it a look, right! Right????….