All about the skirt

I wore a skirt yesterday. That is not unusual, or even noteworthy, since I wear a skirt or dress almost everyday. I hate pants, shorts, skorts, capris, jeans, and everything else of that nature. I am highly thankful for those before me who had the courage to shed their skirts for the comfort and ease of pants, because it is certainly more convenient to chase a child up the playground at Chick-fil-a in something that doesn't give the world a peep show. But, for the most part, I find skirts and dresses to be so much more comfortable. Maybe it's the way I'm built or maybe it's all in my head, I couldn't say for sure.

There are two items of clothing that I find to be right there next to PJ's or your birthday suit when it comes to comfort - the wrap dress and the broomstick skirt. Yesterday, on a beautiful Southern Sunday afternoon I wore a white broomstick skirt. I love it. It is white and so elegantly beautiful (at least I think so). But, the thing is that as comfortable as I am in these skirts I always feel like I'm oddly on display. Like the whole world is saying "look at her, she is so wide and doesn't care about how she looks." Because, let's face it, as beautiful as they are, broomstick skirts don't really flatter any body shape over a size 6. But put me in the backyard with the grass between my toes and the feel of the soft fabric against my legs as the wind slightly picks up and I feel like a nature queen. It is then that I forget about how I may or may not look and just love my skirt :-)

As I was walking through the grass and watching the kids play I also realized that women who often wear said skirts have a different walk. Their gait is slow and laid back with their pelvic tilted slightly forward. It isn't the bouncy step of enthusiasm or the determined pace of a career woman - it's relaxed. And it's dictated by THE SKIRT! Without consciousness you walk sort of differently because that helps to not get tangled in that beautiful fabric. Strategic positioning of the feet and legs with each step ensures that you aren't going to step on the skirt or have it unattractively wrap around your legs. Now, one might say, you REALLY would rather deal with all this than throw on a simple pair of shorts?!? The answer is yes - all of this happens subconsciously and at least I can still breath in my free-flowing skirt that does not constrict any part of my torso.

Before I dressed for bed I asked my husband what he, and men and general, really thought of these skirts. There was a pregnant pause as he formed a suitable answer in his head. I know he doesn't like them, but it had been a few years since I asked. "I think of a hippy," he replied. Hmmm. Is that good or bad I pondered? I have always considered myself to be a bit of a "hippy," but I also know he generally doesn't find barefoot, long-haired, broomstick and flower wearing women to be instinctively attractive. So, in wearing my skirt am I being thrown into a whole genre of spirits with negative connotations by everyone I meet? Why the hell do I care?

Jesus! It's a skirt! How does my brain get off on these useless tangents? Wait, is it useless? Is this important information for one to ponder in the world in order for there to be peace among us?

I don't know... I just know I love my skirt because I can!