Growing up, people I went to elementary school knew me by two facts: 1. I ran away from kindergarden 2. I didn’t wear pants ever until second grade. Apparently the day I did wear pants was a big shock to everyone (if you can call magenta stir-up leggings “pants”).
Today, I’m definitely no longer anti-pant, in fact I wear pants more often than not just because I happen to be cold all the time, but that doesn’t meant I ever lost my appreciation for a good dress or a nice skirt.
Although my five-year-old self might not be taken with the skirts below — some of them aren’t pink! — my twenty-two year old self is quite smitten. Especially with the color on that marigold one.