I suspect that I have moments in charity shopping where afterwards, even I will go 'WTF?!  Why did I just buy that?!'  I'm not sure whether someone slipped something a bit naughty in my coffee and then I wandered into the nearest charity shop and basically came out with this size 16, lo-ong button down skirt in what can only be described as the 'WTF' fabric.  It's quilted.  It's shiny.  It's floral.  It's the brightest colours that you can combine together.  All in all, you look at it and go 'WTF?!?!?' 

Actually, that would be awfully cruel of me to accuse someone of sneaking something in my coffee.  It was my own doing.  I take full flack.  I really looked at it and thought I could somehow do something with this monstrous fabric.  I stowed it away for the longest time to prevent it from blinding both my boyfriend and I.  Today, I just took it out, chopped it down and thought to myself 'Hmmm...why don't I just let the WTF-ness speak for itself and just let it do its thang....?'

I didn't cut it too short and I didn't belt it in.  I just let it be and somehow...some way... and this could be my own brain that is sloshing about with too much mulled wine... it doesn't look too horrific?  Elevated by some ankle boots, toned down with a tux and dulled down with heaps of grey...my word... I might even be able to bring myself to go swishing down the streets in it without fear of small children in the streets pointing at it and laughing themselves silly....