I wore my plain black wool skirt to Sunday meeting. Sadly, it matched every other young woman’s skirt there. But I had a secret. Underneath, I was wearing the finest red petticoat I could sew out of red taffeta, red satin, and red net. Multi layered and tiered and so pretty I was tempted to wear it as my skirt. What a scandal that would have been!
When I walk, it talks and moves and sashays with my every movement.