Although I’m loathe to admit it I’m itching for a grey pencil skirt. I once owned the perfect pencil skirt, customized just for me by my mother and her sewing prowess. I attended a prestigious college prep school from Middle School through Graduation where I was allowed to wear nothing but a bleak uniform of a grey pencil skirt & white shirt {or a Scottish kilt & white shirt}. My girlfriends and I hated our uniforms so much that upon graduation we had a uniform burning party, throwing our kilts and grey skirts into a fire {I hope my mother isn’t reading this}. It was actually quite cathartic, but now I wish I’d at least held onto the grey skirt so I could wear it now {the kilt is better off dead}. It was a really flattering skirt too: the perfect fit, material, & length. And now that I don’t have one, and am not forced to wear one, I wish I did and I would. Ah the follies of youth.
{via SheFinds}.