I wore a pencil skirt to work today. While I looked both professional and pretty all day long, physically I felt more and more perturbed as the hours progressed. The garment restricted my pace, and the zipper poked my posterior, and it felt like my person was in prison.
As soon as I sailed into my shelter, I scrambled up the stairs, stripped off the skirt, and slid into sweatpants.
The levity my legs felt was lavish.
Ahhhhhhh – that’s the good stuff!