An Ode to My Pleated Midi Skirt

What nips you in at the waist and skims across your wobbly bits before finishing mid shin? One of my many beloved midi skirts. That’s what. And this post is an ode to my faux-leather pleated Oxblood midi because last night, I broke the zipper.

In an instance of pure luck, which never happens for me, I managed to grab this skirt from Zara the week it hit the shops way back in November last year. I knew from the moment I saw it, it was love.

Firstly the colour is just dreamy and I own nothing else like it. It’s a deep, deep oxblood which just so happens to go well with everything. It also has pleats, lots of pleats and I have a love for pleats which won’t come as a surprise, mainly because I love skirts with movement. And pleats plus midi length gives good swing. Or twirl.

I love how I don’t have to wear boots or heels with this skirt, or any midi actually. I know it’s probably more flattering with, but I happen to like how they look with flat, mannish brogues. I can stomp around with a bit of swing.

I also admire the way that this skirt makes me highlight my waist by tucking in shirts, tees or jumpers. It draws attention to my smallest part before kicking out with a hint of volume. Normally I’m all about oversize, but every now and then I like to show that I do have shape.

Bizarrely it also made me rest my beloved mini skirts for a while, instead only opting for skirts that hit at some point below the knee. A surefire sign that I’m growing up.

And unless I can get the zipper fixed – calling my crafty cousin – I’m going to have to find a replacement. Sad times.

Rest in piece pleated midi skirt of my dreams. We’ve had some great times together.


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