I swear, this pleated skirt has been everywhere with me.
It was born in Dortmund, after a cheeky trip to my one of my fave department stores, Kaufhof. They always had the best remnant baskets.
I guess you could technically call it a muslin, because it was made from the same pattern as my black pleated skirt, but very, very badly. So badly, in fact, I need to wear a belt with it to hide how awful the waistband is. But, as with all my short skirts, I do love it and am loathe to ever get rid of it.
Especially considering where it’s been. Oh, the tales this skirt could tell. While I lived in Germany, I travelled as much as possible and I normally took this with me. It’s been on stag dos in Krakow, I’ve worn it while wandering around Berlin and it definitely made to it Bruges and back with me.
So, this skirt may have a rubbish waistband and is possibly a little too short to wear without tights, but I don’t bloody care. It’s been here, there and everywhere… and now it’s been to Brighton too!