In the immortal words of S Club:
“Sometimes goodbye, though it hurts in your heart, it’s the only way for destiny…”
I love leopard. I also, a year and a half ago, loved pelmet skirts. But the winds, they are a-changing, and the pelmet is no longer my friend. As it goes, I have womanly hips, hips which bely the rest of my shape. Maybe I was fooling myself when I went through my pelmet phase, or maybe at that point it actually looked good. I won’t be going through old photos to find out the answer.
This skirt was a Topshop buy during my final year of university. I wore it religiously with a variety of grey tees and my trusty brown boots. It defines a hugely important part of my life both in terms of the final year of education and the first months of my current relationship. As such, this skirt has a space very close to my cold English heart.
It was a great look, and I had many a great (drunken) night in it. One in particular I always remember: a trip to Heaven during Porn Idol season (if you don’t know, get to know). The night itself was hazy but I remember a man stripping to the Pokemon theme tune, and I definitely remember the subsequent hangover the next day when I went to uni still wearing the skirt. On another occasion I wore it to see First Aid Kit play live – less pints and much less stripping. This skirt saw me through my final year and through some great times.
Even more importantly, it is leopard. And I have already stressed on this blog that I have a long, committed relationship with leopard print. Which makes parting with this skirt that bit harder for me. But, I’m a big advocate for the wardrobe purge and I attempt to do so on a regular basis to make way for the inappropriate quantity of clothes I amass. Some items go to charity, some I sell on eBay, but I like to think that every piece finds a great new home. This skirt in particular will be difficult to say goodbye to, but it is most definitely more important to dress for my shape than to cling on.
Outfit: All Topshop.