The last of my photos from when I was back in California...which reveal that I own this (very) ubiquitous Zara skort. That wasn't the reason I hesitated to buy this though; the reason was that for some unexplainable reason, I have absolutely detested skorts for as long as I can remember. Specifically, I can recall there was one particular pair (made of denim with embroidered flowers) when I was six or seven that I really, really hated. Passionately. I don't hate skorts anymore, clearly, but apparently I did still harbour some negative feelings when I saw this skort. And because this piece of fabric is starting to sound like a person, I am going to stop and go to bed instead of typing about my relationships with items of clothing in the middle of the night.
Fun fact: I happened to wear this skort today, and almost mistook it for my napkin during lunch.