Most of my skirts are mid-calf length. Of course they are actually ankle length but in women's size so on me they're mid-calf length because of my height. I have five mid calf lengths and I've worn them all out in public as well as my kilts.
Today was the third day in a row that I had on a skirt. But just inside the house where the temp is comfortable enough. It's still to cold for me to go outside, since I have another chest cold and am really trying to stay warm.
But there's that one special moment of thrill when I feel the skirt brushing against my legs that it makes so AWARE that I have on a skirt and NOT a pair of pants.
There are other moment like it during the day, of course. But nothing comapes to that first brush on my legs. The only thhing that could be better is if I had a petticoat or full slip. That moment is better if I have nylons on two but bare legged or in knee socks it still gives me a moment of joy over what I'm wearing.
Pants have done nothing like this for me. In fact I hate pants so much that I dread even putting them on.
Does anyone else have their own, personal, special moments?
What are they?
Dennis A. Lederle
