It had been a while since I wore my long suede skirt, and I wasn't sure why. It's fabulous, yet it was at the back of the office closet with my prom dress and salwar kameez.
I took it out and wore it today, and now I remember why it was put away.
This skirt is the loudest piece of clothing I have ever worn. Not loud as in used-car lot salesman's plaid jacket, but loud like a jet engine. Loud like a stadium full of soccer hooligans. The lining of the skirt is the sort of super-slick polyester that makes swishing and screaming noises when it rubs against itself... which means, every time I move. I've been walking around our very quiet office all day sounding like I'm wearing a cheap track suit. Swish-swish swish-swish.
The rustle of silk is nice. So is the soft, crisp swish of a cotton skirt. Polyester just sounds embarrassing.
2 comments:
You have a salwar kameez?
NO. FAIR. I. Want.
My father bought a couple of them for me when he was in India. They are gorgeous and really, really comfortable, but I haven't yet found a place or opportunity to wear them.
He also brought my mother a fantastic sari.
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