So, I was out walking the dog earlier today (an event which I changed into flats for, I should add, although in my defence, the flats were also red), and on the way home I rounded a corner and found myself face-to-face with a woman and three children, who were walking in the opposite direction. “Awww!” the children chorused, looking at Rubin. Then their eyes moved upwards, and they saw me. “SHE’S WEARING A DRESS, MUM!” one of the little girls shouted in excitement. “SHE’S WEARING A DRESS! A dress, mum! A DRESS!” Then they walked on, and until they were out of earshot, all I could hear was, “But she was wearing a dress! Mum, she was wearing a dress! A dress! A dress! Wearing a dress!”
And that right there tells you all you need to know about my town, and how rare it is to see someone in a dress: or, in this case, a skirt, because this is, in fact, that trusty old H&M skirt which has become the unofficial uniform of my summer this year.
Today I’m wearing it with a petticoat underneath to give it a little more shape. It’s the kind of skirt you just can’t help but twirl in…
Happy Ruby Shoesday, everyone!