Skirt weather has arrived, and oh, how I have missed it! I didn’t realize quite how much until I spent yesterday twirling around in my favorite a-line. Skirt-wearing brings a sort of effervescence with it that I find hard to capture in other ways. I suppose it’s just that it makes me feel “girly,” which is something, I will be honest, I have not always thought I wanted.
I spent a lot of my young-adult days immersed in math and computers and hanging out with “the guys,” and very little of it playing dress-up.
But now? Now I put on a skirt and I feel feminine, flirty, creative, happy. I start daydreaming about picking out strawberries at the farmers market, sewing a new apron, clipping that first peony of the season to display on my kitchen windowsill. Feelings of domesticity wash over me.
I may not always do anything about all of these thoughts – after all, the peony doesn’t bloom until late May, the farmers markets don’t start up until mid-June, and I happen to have enough aprons at the moment. But there is joy simply in the daydream itself, don’t you think?