As others in the cafe have found, denim is invisible and I've just proved it to myself.
Yesterday was the hottest day of the year so far, so for the very first time I walked into town wearing a denim miniskirt; well, it comes to just above my knees so it's not ever so mini. I crossed the market place, down the High street and into the library. Then retraced my steps to go home. I turned a corner and encountered 30-40 French schoolchildren which I had to get past. Should I turn around and go another way, or brazen it out? I brazened it out and walked past them. Not a single comment, giggle or laugh. I think they were too busy chattering to each other to notice. Actually, the whole trip was like that - there were one or two looks, but nothing negative or positive. Out of the 100+ women I encountered, only 14 were in skirts.
Later, Mrs C and I went to the seaside (Burnham on Sea). The denim mini was too warm and I'd changed into a sarong. We walked along the sea front. Again a few looks; I like to think the men were envious. Someone in passing asked "Is that a bloke?" Mrs C turned around and firmly told then "Yes, it is a bloke." I love my wife
Today, wore the skirt into town and for a visit to the tip (Household Waste Recycling Centre) - still no reaction.
I usually wear a denim Union kilt which is an inch longer than the mini. The other difference is that one is pleated, the other is plain. For me, those pleats made all the difference; they said "man's skirt" while the plain skirt said "woman's skirt". What nonsense!
Charlie
If I want to dress like a woman, I'll wear jeans.