Overhearing People

[Tetley]

I passed a young couple - the woman was wearing a tight strip of denim around her hips and a short vest (singlet) - it was quite hot - the weather that is, not the outfit. I was hurrying to get to the bank and wearing a reverse Kingussie kilt with fifty small pleats which flash alternatly red and white.

I heard 'why don't your skirts move like that?'

I glanced back and got a hard stare from the woman, the man was still watching my pleats dance.

They must have been over thirty years younger than me, and I don't usually attract the attention of such youthful people.

Anne the Pleater

I can't say I blame him, I'd like to see that skirt dance on you as well, it sounds great. 50 pleats? My finger throb in sympathy for the person that sewed it.

[acstoon]

I'm pretty good at minding my own business, so I don't take much notice to comments.
Besides, I've always marched to my own drumbeat, so I really don't give a rat's fuzzy butt as to what others think of my appearance. (When they're buying my clothes, then they can comment... until then, who cares?)