So, I like big skirts: you all know that by now.
You also probably know that I like my big skirts to have a lot of structure – so, ideally I like them to be made from the kind of fabric that will puff out all by itself, without any need for a petticoat. Because I like petticoats too, you see, but there’s basically never a situation in my life when a tulle petticoat is considered appropriate (Not that it’s stopped me in the past, mind you…), and I feel that a skirt that LOOKS like it might have a petticoat underneath it, but which DOESN’T have a petticoat underneath it – well, that’s appropriate for EVERYTHING, isn’t it? And no one can ever say, “Oooh, you’re all dressed up!” because then you can just be all, “Who, me? Nope, not even wearing a petticoat over here or anything – I just threw this on, in fact!”
So, I’m no stranger to big skirts, is what I’m saying, but this one was honestly a bit of a surprise even to me. Because this skirt is HUGE, people. It’s… well, it’s actually not quite as huge as it looks in these photos – the wind was helping it out a bit there – but it’s still absolutely gigantic, basically. And so is the black version. Which I ALSO got, because D’UH, do you even GO here? Together, they made for one mighty big parcel, which I had to go to the post office to collect, on account of how the postman always arrives when we’re out. (Honestly, you’d think that would hardly ever happen, seeing as we work from home, but you would be wrong about that. I’m actually 78% sure he hides around the corner and waits until he sees us leaving…)
Now, the post office the parcel was taken to is in the next town and, rather than driving there, I decided I would RUN there – because once you have a Fitbit, you take any opportunity going to get in some extra steps.
“Are you sure you should run there?” said Terry, watching as I put on sunblock and a waterproof jacket – two essential items for running outdoors in Scotland in the summer. “I mean, you do realise you’ll have to run BACK, too? And the parcel might be huge, for all you know?”
“Nah, I’ll be fine,” I said confidently. I had an inkling that the parcel probably contained The Skirts, and how big can skirts be, after all?
Guys, skirts can be BIG. They can be REALLY big: a fact I failed to realise until the moment the women in the post office rummaged under the counter and then produced a giant parcel – which I then had to run all the way home with, holding it out in front of me, and hoping that passers-by wouldn’t assume I’d stolen it and was now running from the cops or something. The moral of this story? Always take the car. (Um, I really hope no one thought the moral was going to be, “don’t get the skirts”. Because I will ALWAYS get the skirts…)
Anyway, these photos were taken in what Terry described as “challenging conditions”, and what I described as “OMG, will the wind EVER stop blowing, even for a second? And why is the light changing every second?!” So it was pretty un-fun, really. The out-takes are awesome, though. Oh, and while we were shooting, a lone runner went jogging by (I say “jogging” – he was running fast, uphill, and probably had a good 20 years on me. I was very glad he hadn’t seen me earlier, when I was shuffling along with a giant parcel clutched to my chest…), and, rather than rolling his eyes, like I was expecting, told me I looked beautiful. Then he told me I was still beautiful when he passed us again a little while later – him probably having run a half marathon by that time, me still struggling to keep my skirt out of my face. Anyway, it helps restore my faith in humanity when people take the time to be nice to a poor fashion blogger flashing her underwear on the roadside (And, I mean, I don’t THINK that’s why he commented?), so thank you, kind runner-man: you made my day…