Making Up for the Mini Skirt.

Mini skirts. 

I know. 

skirt: vintage via Good Style Shop, sweater: A.L.C. via iona, boots: Jeffrey Campbell via Lori's Shoes

They come with a certain (often unpleasant) connotation. A lack of age-appropriateness, an abundance of immaturity, a certain uninhibited and unsophisticated promiscuity . . . 

It's safe to say that "mini skirt" is, in essence, a derogatory word. 

Even when they're being referred to lovingly, my instinctive reaction to the two words used in conjunction is, unfailingly, negative. 

Which is why, 

1. I want to invent another word, and 

2. I'm so committed to proving their up side. 

I argue here that mini skirts sport a certain, unrivaled silhouette that cannot be achieved through any other sartorial shape. 

Sure- you could wear them with leggings. Or tights. Or even jeans, even, as my 4th grade self was wont to do. 

Yet, nothing can match that strangely appealing aesthetic that comes with an overabundance of leg and an overwhelming scarcity of everything else. 

In fact, sans leg, I'm barely showing any skin - which, in my mind, justifies the eye-scarring that inevitably takes place as a result of these varicose vein, crocodile crack, & scar-ridden legs.

#sorryimkindasorry

Alas, I am content enough with these unmodelesque jambes, and I will continue to flaunt them as this weather warms and those giant turtlenecks become unquestionably cooler - in tandem, of course - because god forbid that fashion be practical. 

 

OK.
Your turn. 

I proved their upsides,

now you come up with a new name. 

Lady loin cloth has a certain ring to it, no?

Cheers.