Well, blue pleated miniskirt.
It admittedly was loose at teh back, but I'm told I looked smashing with my hunter green shirt and turtle neck on, my boots and hairy legs sticking from the hem of said skirt.
(Though I'd been looking for a kilt, but the local places that carry such do not have classical tartans. Drats!)
The sales lady had her eyes bulge out of her head when she saw taht.
I hammed it up and said I'd liek to buy the skirt.
(Step-daughter laughed, she thought it was hysterical, she did buy the skirt and said it fit well. I guess that's a positive thing.)
The Poughkepsie Galleria has a Frederick's of Hollywood, or did at the time.
Preacher's kids?
I'll never go shopping with them again.
OMG! If I had been the sales person, I would have been OTFLMAO.