The girlfriend ordered a skirt from a blogshop for me. She was a little upset about it because when it arrived, a portion of the stitching wasn't up to her standards. She said it outright that she didn't feel like giving it to me. So sweet the woman is. I saw it, and decided that it wasn't anything I hated. "I want it. Please. Thank you!!!"
The girlfriend's very adventurous lor. In terms of cut, this isn't the usual I'd wear. In fact, I avoid it for a simple reason- it's excruciatingly unforgiving to lovehandles and tummy rolls. That blue band, I love. The green, I'm not so sure. I don't own one article of clothing in this shade of green. The closest to green in the wardrobe is a dirty hue that's more brown than anything. I think the friends have decided that to make me wear colors, they'll just have to buy them for me. Muahahahhaha.
Another girlfriend suggested pairing it with a yellow top. My eyes widened. YELLOW. I don't own anything in yellow either! And I'm timid with color. Yellow, blue and green. AAHHHHH! Cannot! Putting on the skirt is already courageous, in my books. So, I paired it with black for a casual night out. Rubber flip flops were considered. But out of utmost respect to my stylish companion for the evening, I wore black flats.
So there you go. Whatever imperfections the skirt has, they don't matter. I don't care about it. They don't show up when I wear it. It falls fine on the hips; it feels right. But this, I will emphasize- the skirt is bloody unforgiving. I've to remind myself to consciously hold in the stomach and do that skirt proud.