I have a skirt. Two layers: a soft shortish shift overlaid with a drape of chiffon coloured a fiery Monet of oranges and reds with splashes of emerald green. As I walk, the chiffon floats and flutters, see-through in the sun.
This skirt makes me think of the beach and warmth and the friend who was with me when I bought it after one talk-fuelled long lunch. The skirt makes me feel as if I’m on holiday. It makes me happy.
I wear my skirt in spring and summer with espadrilles or gold flat sandals, silver jewelry. Sometimes I sneak it on during winter with high black boots and a tight, long sleeved black top and silver belt.
Every time I wear this skirt I am complimented, most often by men, but not in a sleazy or flirty way. They just seem to like the colours of the skirt and how it floats and moves, and silhouettes in the sun. It makes them smile; I think the skirt makes them happy as well.
I wore this skirt today and I wondered, how many other people wear something not just because it looks good, or is a uniform, or is cool, or warm, or otherwise ‘suitable’ in some way, but simply because it makes them happy?
