scampy skirts

“When the wind blows my skirt flutters.” These are Estelle’s words, the former wife of football international Ruud Gullit. She always went wherever the wind took her. If it blew in the direction of Ibiza that’s where she went. If she was having a great time on some sunny terrace, why leave?

There’s always a day in spring we decide to leave our stockings for what they are and step on our bikes with bare legs and a graceful skirt. In Amsterdam this is called “Skirt-day”. It was the sharp observation of Martin Bril that made him conclude women everywhere had made a pact to wear skirts with bare legs on the first warm day of spring. They were everywhere.

Why do skirts make us happy? Is the wind on your bare legs? The sheer fabric that reveals the contours of your body? Or is it the ease with which the skirt can be removed on a steamy spring day?

“Very easy. Just one button and it’s off. She was looking straight at him when she added,“ don’t worry I can put it back on just as quick.”

I remember my boss telling me about a lunch he had with Irene van de Laar, a former model. She was wearing a short wrap skirt that was held together by just one button. He complimented her on her skirt and she replied, “Very easy. Just one button and it’s off. She was looking straight at him when she added, “ don’t worry I can put it back on just as quick.”

This is where Irene captured skirt magic. The skirt is the charming Cinderella, the ideal daughter in law and a vamp in one.

Next week the weather is going to be warm. Shall we make an enormous skirt-day-app and all wear the same outfit so we can flutter into Spring?

It would certainly make Martin Bril’s day.