Nine or ten autumns ago, I was a Doc Martin-clad teenager in an awkward situation. At the time, my ideal outfit consisted of thigh-high stockings and boots, topped with a torn tee and a miniskirt. Oh, the miniskirts. I loved┬áminiskirts. Since I couldn’t quite find my ideal skirt, I used some fabric remnants to craft my own. It was short and heavily … Keep reading…

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