Bette the Skirt

A skirt story by Den_ay :)

After a hard day at work, Lisa wanted nothing more than to sit by her sewing machine with a glass of wine and maybe some Michael Buble' crooning in the background. That whole week had been a trying one, and she was anxious to take her coworker’s advice and treat herself for the night.

Lisa often sewed in the evenings after work. But tonight would be extra special. She’d really splurged, stopping by Queen of Skirts, that new shop on the corner she’d been dying to try. The woman running the place had welcomed her with kindness and pointed her towards the “Bette” design, which Lisa was only too eager to try after receiving those boots her sister gifted her for her birthday a month ago. For some reason, they were just too nice to go with jeans. A pretty skirt was just what she needed.

Everything fell into place from there. She’d purchased the fabric from the same place she got the wine. Then she’d driven back to her apartment like a madwoman—fast, frantic, and eager to get home to her sewing machine.

Lisa walked in with a smile on her face like a woman who’s just won the lottery. She started her ritual by kicking off her heels and slipping out of the itchy black slacks and blouse that pinched her upper arms. Once she was in her softest, most comfortable pair of pajamas, she sat at her sewing table with the pattern in front of her, ready to get started.

Lisa was always at home with fabric in her hands. There was something magical about sewing. She especially loved making clothing for herself, and she couldn’t wait to try on the finished product. Many great things about the Queen of Skirts traveled on the winds of the fashion world, so Lisa knew with confidence that this skirt would be amazing.

When she finally finished, she sat back in her chair and gazed lovingly at the fruits of her labor. It was everything she wanted—the perfect way to treat herself. The skirt was a full one, with black and grey colors and a gorgeous rose pattern. With one glance, Lisa already decided the exact blouse and boots she would pair it with tomorrow.

Though she longed to try the skirt on that very second, exhaustion won over her excitement. After laying out her outfit for the next day (the black V-neck blouse with the balloon sleeves, the leather boots, and of course, the skirt), Lisa collapsed in her bed and was slee