I was at a department store the other day and found a super cute little khaki skirt on sale. I took it to the fitting room and eagerly stepped into it, only to discover that there were tiny pants sneakily hidden on the inside. (I'll delve into the realm of "too much information" here and say that it felt a little bit like wearing a skirt with a giant diaper... bulky and unpleasant.)
It's a depressing notion that I'm old enough to shop in the skort department. My mind has always linked skorts with soccer moms and - well, people older than me. I defiantly hung the skort on the "no, thanks" rack and went in search of a strappy tank top or some ridiculously cute shoes - decidedly more youthful selections than the scary skirtpants.
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Today I learned a new word, "skort". And to think that they say the internet is useless. Pshaw!
Don't worry, they won't sell you a skort until you own a mini-van. ;o)
I love the word skort. I however do not particularly love skorts.
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