When I was just a little girl, I had a dark red dress. I loved that dress, even though, being the 80’s, it wasn’t the most stylish number. It had puffball sleeves and a little white lace collar, but best of all was the skirt. It was made from the stiffest taffeta, so stiff it pretty much stood up on it’s own, and when you spun around in a circle it flew out around you. Basically, it made me feel pretty much like a princess, which to 8 year old me was as good as it got, so it was routinely pulled out for any party or special occasion where I would want to feel my best.
These days I still use clothes to help me ‘feel my best’. On those mornings when you really don’t feel like getting out of bed, when most people would prefer to throw on a pair of jeans and be done with it, putting on an outfit that makes me feel amazing is what helps me get out of the door and out into the world. The worse feel, the dressier I go. Something about getting all dolled up just makes things seem easier to cope with somehow. On really bad days though I look for something more, more than just a nice dress or a killer pair of heels. I need a skirt I can twirl in. A skirt that reminds me what it felt like to be 8 years old and have no cares in the world. A skirt that makes me feel like a princess again.
I really needed a twirly skirt day last week, and it came to me in the form of this gorgeous Peggy Skirt by Lindy Bop. My best friend bought it for me for my Birthday, and while I’ve tried it on in the comfort of my bedroom a few times (and tested it’s twirly properties of course) I haven’t had a chance to wear it, so when the sun happened to come out on a day I was expecting to be particularly challenging at work, it was my first choice. It really did the trick too. The generous helping of super heavy cotton fabric give it a beautiful full shape without the help of a petticoat (though it would look even more fantastic with one – may have to give it a go!) and while it wasn’t the most office-appropriate attire (I looked a bit of a plonker trying to stuff it under the desk every time I sat down, flowery layers of skirt spilling over the edges of my chair from all angles!) it was all I could do to stop myself from pirouetting around the room, which, lets face it, wouldv’e probably been deemed a little unprofessional. Job done – princess status achieved.
It’s not often I say this, but a skirt like this doesn’t really need a pair of killer heels to accompany it, so I opted for a good old pair of patent pumps. These were (yet another) Primark steal, and while cheap and cheerul, they’re basically the perfect basic pump and have more than earned their money’s worth. They’re starting to show wear now and I’m genuinely wishing I had a back up pair in reserve!
Cue awful outfit shot – I also learned last week that I’m just not the most photogenic. I have no idea where my neck has gone in this photo. I’ll never make Britains Next Top Model will I?!
Oh well. As long as I have a princess skirt (or three?) all will be fine!
Love,
In this post: Skirt, ‘Peggy’ by Lindy Bop c/o Amazon – T-shirt, Primark – Shoes, Primark (similar)
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