The 90s, so over.
I mean the decade; the 90F temperatures are just beginning and I am in mourning for my silk broomstick skirts.
So flattering, colourful, comfortable, floaty. A natural fiber that breathes. Perfect for travel.
And if short enough (I cut mine to just below the knee), not toooo dowdy? (You'd tell me, wouldn't you?)
Dadgummit, I wish they were still in style. I have two in espresso, one in olivey-bronze... and with a linen tank, turquoise beads, and gold metallic sandals, I feel graceful and a bit boho. They flow, flutter, and then knot up nicely in a drawer to get all krinkly again, while you sleep.
Maybe, like leggings or pashminas, women will refuse to give them up. If so, WinterSilks (a great source) might bring them back. There are still a few to be had in the Clearance section of their site.
In the meantime, I sneak them on, ignoring my Inner Snob who says, "Oh, I remember those...aren't they a bit passé?"
Inner Snob can just go soak her head; as the temperature soars my vigilance drops. Now, where are my Kork-Ease sandals?