Ever since I started working full-time, I’ve struggled in an endless battle against pencil skirts–I know they’re the go-to choice for business casual, but they’re really not my style (though Peggy Carter is proof enough that they can work for other people!). As a strangely tall individual, however, the standard A-lines and fit-and-flares tend to be ridiculously short on my long legs. The solution? Clearly I needed to think more steampunk.
A stroke of luck while shopping secondhand on Poshmark finally brought me the skirt I’d been waiting for–a massively full skirt with pleats beyond belief and a beautiful color that’s so jewel-toned a dragon might mistake it for an emerald. It’s big, bold, and vaguely looks like it was stolen from an alternate timeline.
Yup, that’s the skirt for me!
One thing I learned while trying to photograph this skirt is that it really has no desire to lie flat. It wants to be in motion, swishing back and forth as you twirl at a period costume dance party or dash away from your day job because there’s been a Clockwork Emergency.
That said, I think it would pair well with my beloved “taxonomy of butterflies” top (perhaps my last-ever purchase at Forever 21, since I am now, in fact, 22?), a repurposed vintage key necklace, and a cable-knit sweater.
I’d be lying if I said that I wasn’t pretending my porch was actually the deck of an airship this morning, one heading off to Laputa or some other great airborne empire. Odds are I’ll get some strange looks from the local students, but hey–“slightly-bizarre-person-who-might-be-from-another-era” is style aesthetic enough for me.