the offending Diane von Furstenberg skirt, photo from the outnet.com
Last week, after giving my green cord skirt away I bought this skirt from theoutnet.com at a heavily reduced price. I felt a bit bad about it. I know I could probably make this, actually probably not, but couldn't help myself. I easily convinced myself about how well it would go with ALL my clothes. I fell in love with the colour, the buttons, the way it fit the manequin... which of course meant it is going to fit me perfectly.. even though the mannequin is 5'8" and I'd be lucky if I was 5'2". Anway, I was sold. So bought it and waited anxiously for it to arrive on my door. I tracked that skirt all the way from London to Canberra where it arrived in record time at 5.08am on Monday morning. Yes! I only live about 5 mins from the courier depot, so thought that the skirt might even arrive before I go to work. Yes! Yes? No. No it didn't arrive on Monday, and no it didn't arrive on Tuesday. Someone rang and asked what suburb I live in, they had the postcode but not the suburb. Surely they could have looked it up, but, now they have the suburb surely it will arrive in the afternoon. No. Not Tuesday, not Wednesday, not Thursday. I've rung everywhere trying to find my poor little lost skirt but no-one knows where it is. Please turn up little skirt - and please fit when you finally turn up!