Oh dear. Impulse internet shopping and my own inability to read a tape measure strike again.
A month or so ago I got the hankering for a tartan skirt – I hunted high and low and found… well, lots. Mostly pencil skirts.
But I had a very specific skirt in mind. It was pleated. It was wrap. It was, well, basically a kilt.
It was also several inches longer than the one I ended up with.
Even wearing this as low as possible on my hips, this skirt still shows considerably more thigh than I’m really comfortable with. I’m going to make a trek into the hoisery department today to see if I can find some seriously heavy duty opaques, but even so I have a sneaking suspicion that this skirt is going to sit, unloved and unworn, in my wardrobe.