When I pulled this skirt out of the shipping bag, I immediately proclaimed it to be The Best Skirt I’d Ever Owned.
“Isn’t it basically the SAME skirt you’ve ALWAYS owned?” asked Terry, betraying a really quite shocking lack of knowledge regarding the untold intricacies of the world of skirts.
“Don’t be silly,” I told him, twirling in front of the mirror (The KIND mirror, naturally. Not the Mirror of Evil.) “This is the Best of All Skirts, and it’s the greatest tragedy of my life that I probably won’t get to wear it until next year now, because of stupid September, with its layering and its “bundling“, and all that jazz.”
But that was last week. And while last week was definitely autumn, this weekend the rain stopped, the sun came out… and so, of course, did the One Skirt. Well, I wasn’t going to pass up the opportunity to debut my new favourite thing, so on Saturday night Terry and I went out to dinner, stopping off first at Linlithgow Palace, which was looking particularly picturesque in the late evening sunlight. These photos were taken during the ‘golden hour’ right before the sun goes down, but it was still warm enough for my bare legs and light cardigan (That’s not even a Hell Bunny cardigan either, people: go me!) not to be a problem. Quite the opposite, in fact: this is basically how I’d dress every single day if I possibly could, so it was so nice to have an unexpected opportunity to break out another summer skirt while I have the chance.
We took too many photos, of course, but hey: it’s not every day a girl gets to prance around an ACTUAL palace (albeit a ruined one) in a “princess” skirt, is it?