Born and raised in a summer haze
Bound by the surprise of our glory days
From the depths of my mum’s wardrobe I pulled out this terrifically over-the-top skirt, which is quite certainly older than I am. From now on it shall be my stuff-fashion-I’m-going-to-wear-a-flipping-peasant-skirt peasant skirt. I was in it practically all of last weekend, when this isle was blessed with that glorious weather. A long floaty skirt is immensely comfortable in such sunshine. I didn’t think I’d be one to dress up in a folk boho sort of ensemble, but it was fun.