On the wearing of skirts
I usually wear trousers. Jeans. Trackies. I do this because they are practical and comfortable. Trousers means that the lower half is instantly taken care of. Trousers means that for those who are bothered about leg hair, you are instantly covered up (thus stretching out the number of days between hair removal).
It didn't used to be this way. When I was working, I had several skirts and dresses in my regular wardrobe. Some were long, and some were short. I didn't really have anything in between.
The wearing of skirts is still an Important Issue, judging by the letters to the editor whenever Helen Clark wears trousers to a state function. I admit that, for special occasions, I invariably prefer the skirted look for myself. I am unaffected and not bothered by the choices of other women - although I would probably be surprised if a bride turned up in trousers, or a woman attended a ball thus dressed. But I wouldn't feel personally affronted.
Recently I added two skirts to my "tidy casual" winter wardrobe. I particularly wanted skirts, because I was tiring of always wearing jeans. Or trackies. I chose mid-length skirts, one charcoal, the other black with red paneling.
The wearing of skirts is more complicated than trousers. First, I must consider whether or not to wear tights (or pantyhose, or stockings). And then there's the shoe thing. Some shoes look silly with skirts. Then there's the related heel-height issue - again, more important to me when going trouserless.
So, the other day I decided to wear my charcoal grey number (a decision hastened by the lack of good drying here lately). The skirt felt a bit grannyish given its mid-length and sombre hue, so I teamed it with some cheery cherry red tights that I haven't worn in a long time.
Isabelle and Aidan commented on my clothes, as they always do when I wear any variation to jeans/trackies. They seemed especially interested in the tights.
So, off to Playcentre for drop-off we went!
Before I even made it into Playcentre, I realised why I don't usually wear skirts. As I closed the car door, the edge scraped along my leg, putting a large hole in my red tights.
At Playcentre itself, there was a reaction to my skirt. Some was indirect "You look like you're going out!" Others were more to the point "I don't think I've EVER seen you wear a skirt before!". This was all friendly and fine, but I could feel that hole in my right lower leg.
I went home. I peeled off the tights. I put away the skirt. I looked around my wardrobe and tried on a pair of jeans that were ditched during pregnancy. They fitted perfectly.
No-one commented on my jeans on my return. I noticed Aidan was wearing a pink tutu over his trousers. He was very attached to it, and it remained on for the rest of the day.
I've worn my skirts since, but I miss my cheery red tights. The grey skirt definitely needs jazzing up.
It didn't used to be this way. When I was working, I had several skirts and dresses in my regular wardrobe. Some were long, and some were short. I didn't really have anything in between.
The wearing of skirts is still an Important Issue, judging by the letters to the editor whenever Helen Clark wears trousers to a state function. I admit that, for special occasions, I invariably prefer the skirted look for myself. I am unaffected and not bothered by the choices of other women - although I would probably be surprised if a bride turned up in trousers, or a woman attended a ball thus dressed. But I wouldn't feel personally affronted.
Recently I added two skirts to my "tidy casual" winter wardrobe. I particularly wanted skirts, because I was tiring of always wearing jeans. Or trackies. I chose mid-length skirts, one charcoal, the other black with red paneling.
The wearing of skirts is more complicated than trousers. First, I must consider whether or not to wear tights (or pantyhose, or stockings). And then there's the shoe thing. Some shoes look silly with skirts. Then there's the related heel-height issue - again, more important to me when going trouserless.
So, the other day I decided to wear my charcoal grey number (a decision hastened by the lack of good drying here lately). The skirt felt a bit grannyish given its mid-length and sombre hue, so I teamed it with some cheery cherry red tights that I haven't worn in a long time.
Isabelle and Aidan commented on my clothes, as they always do when I wear any variation to jeans/trackies. They seemed especially interested in the tights.
So, off to Playcentre for drop-off we went!
Before I even made it into Playcentre, I realised why I don't usually wear skirts. As I closed the car door, the edge scraped along my leg, putting a large hole in my red tights.
At Playcentre itself, there was a reaction to my skirt. Some was indirect "You look like you're going out!" Others were more to the point "I don't think I've EVER seen you wear a skirt before!". This was all friendly and fine, but I could feel that hole in my right lower leg.
I went home. I peeled off the tights. I put away the skirt. I looked around my wardrobe and tried on a pair of jeans that were ditched during pregnancy. They fitted perfectly.
No-one commented on my jeans on my return. I noticed Aidan was wearing a pink tutu over his trousers. He was very attached to it, and it remained on for the rest of the day.
I've worn my skirts since, but I miss my cheery red tights. The grey skirt definitely needs jazzing up.
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