Those of you who read regularly might remember this skirt. It was first mentioned here, in a tragic tale of when you kind of want something, realise you can’t have it, then decide you want it more than life itself. Kind if a recurring theme actually in the story of my life. Well, my wardrobe’s life, anyway. Through a series of events I like to think of as destiny in action, the skirt did actually become mine, and has fast become one of my all time favourites.
It’s not just because it’s a bloody great skirt, though since we’re talking about it let’s just take a moment to appreciate it’s best qualities. Firstly, it is genuinely midi length – most skirts described as midi these days tend to hit just below the knee, which is perfectly fine, but this one falls to a lovely, long, mid calf length, which gives it a more vintage look. It also makes it the perfect choice for the British Summer, when you can get temperatures in the 20’s, biting winds and torrential downpours all in the same day. It’s made of yards and yards of light cotton fabric which give it the ‘twirly’ qualities I love so much. Then there is that beautiful floral print. Yep, it’s a good ‘un, so it’s no surprise I’ve been wearing it a lot since getting back from Barcelona.
It’s more than just a great skirt to me though. I don’t know if it’s because it holds happy memories of where I bought it, but it just feels special, and I always feel special when I wear it. I always feel like good things will happen to me when I wear it, which is one of the reasons it was a must-take when packing for Crete (well, there was actually an awks period of misunderstanding around baggage allowances which almost resulted in it being left behind and a lot of sulking from me, but thankfully that crisis was averted!). As it happens, good things really do happen when I wear this skirt! This night wasn’t dramatically different from our other Cretean evenings – we had a lovely dinner as the sun went down and settled in for a few drinks in the hotel bar. But we also decided to arrange a hire car and take a trip to visit some beaches the following day, and if there is one thing I love more than a twirly skirt it’s a good old adventure!
It was also the night I drank too much Greek wine and free Ouzo, but I don’t think I can blame that one on the skirt….