burntcopper | adventures in skirts

Today, once the rain stopped (and no, still no hot water - gas man coming *wednesday*, arrgh) went for constitutional in regents' park. Rather nice. Got much sunnier and warmer once I drifted into Camden Market in search of skirts and dresses that were not white. Slightly peeved by one silky fifties-style sun dress that's around the market - when I tried it on, it turned out the underskirt was really tight even though the skirt is full. You can just about walk in it. Just. Weird. If I buy it this summer, that thing is getting slit. Got one skirt, and in the process of buying a dress, bumped into one of my bosses. Who was looking for a top she could do yoga in that you don't fall out of when upside down. (said boss is... well, she's Fred from Angel. Tall-ish, curly brown hair that used to be longer, skinny but with some curveage, long legs, ex-dancer/yoga/whatever, glasses) Drifted around rest of market in search of clothing. Enabled each other into buying a top (her) and a long red dress (me). ...I seem to have a nose for red items. :grumble: still waiting for fashion to swing back round to colours that pale blondes can wear.

Got home, decided to attack the evil blue skirt that is waist high and vaguely uncomfortable that I've been promising myself to destroy since last summer. Unpicked zip (I swear, no matter how shoddy the rest of a garment may be, the zip will always be triple-reinforced), hacked waist off, neatened waistline, stuck a ribbon round the waistline to enable me to fasten it, then did a wiggly line in stitching round the skirt to make it less boring. Feeling rather satisfied that I've got something done. :eyes ebay pile beadily: