I’ve had an aversion to dresses and skirts for most of my adult life. When I was a little girl I thought I’d have a closet full of formal gowns, just like Barbie. As an adult I realized that I won’t look like Barbie without weight loss pills and plastic surgery. I’m ok with this fact because I don’t have any formal functions to go too. Plus, I’m happy that I don’t have to literally walk around on my tiptoes. I always thought that dresses were uncomfortable. Then I decided that this was due to the high heels and hosiery.
I wanted to feel feminine and skirts just seemed cooler for the summer. So knowing that I would get weird glances for being too dressed up, I set out into the world wearing a skirt. I paired it with boots so I didn’t have to worry about high heels. In all of my careful planning I had forgotten about the wind. It wasn’t even a straight skirt either. It was one of those gauzy summer skirts which are apparently very aero dynamic. I had to basically gather up the excess fabric from my skirt in one hand and then hobble, hunched over across the parking lot. It wasn’t exactly the look I had been going for when I got dressed that morning.
