Every skirt tells a story. The mini you wore to the march in D.C. The scarlet velvet that always brings you luck in love. The silver skirt that left SEQUINS behind like guilty secrets. The denim A-line that brings out the country girl in your genes. The schoolgirl kilt with
doc Martens, so rude and cheeky. Gypsy layers left over from a Deadhead lover and a broken-down van. The long leather number that put a runway stomp in your step when you needed a brave heart. A cargo skirt with deep pockets for toys and bottles, coloring books and checkbooks. The unfortunate bubble and the regrettable skort - we all have skeletons in our closets. The little black skirts that take you from 9 to 5, the sarongs that light your vacation fire, the tutu that keeps your childhood dreams alive. Where will your skirt take you next?
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