I wore a skirt to work on Monday and as I was trying to decide when I bought it. I believe I was in college because I remember wearing it while I hostessed at Donnelley’s Pub. That would have been around 1991. Erm – let me pull out the old calculator here and, yes, there it is: 2009-1991=18. Eighteen years I have had this skirt. Egads.
I don’t think anyone would ever guess it was that old. I bought it off a sale rack at Saks (not that I actually remember buying it, but I know I would never buy something that wasn’t on sale at Saks, even when I was 20.) It is a long, olive green, mini-knife pleated skirt. The pleats extend from the waistband to the ankle. It is made out of some sort of voile that is semi-sheer. My younger self was known to wear it without a slip. I wouldn’t dare now.
By the way, I have never, ever dry cleaned it. Amazingly enough you would never know. Generally, I am not that disgusting, but with all those pleats, this skirt would cost a fortune to dry clean and I have my doubts that it would ever look the same.
Well, anyways, even if I don’t let technology make me feel old, knowing that I can pull clothes out of my closet that I’ve had for 18 years might just do the trick.