Pleats are elitist. Fact. Their geometric rigour is designed to highlight and shame anything that doesn’t comply with their rigorous lines. As our girl Shakira put it, ‘The hips don’t lie,’ especially in the presence of a sharp knife fold. Ouch.
Where there’s a will, though, there’s always a sneaky way as demonstrated by this vintage gúna I bought from Cork’s Miss Daisy Blue in 2014. It reminds me of 1920s tennis dresses – Gatsby preppy with a dash of Prada. What I love most about it are the pleats.
These aren’t any old pleats, you see; these pleats have swag. Here’s why:
- The hefty twill means they behave and lay as they should; not like their flimsier counterparts which stretch like accordion bellows creating extra bulk.
- The slight drop waist allows them to hang neatly from the hips instead of jutting out from the waistline which has a curious way of creating an errant muffin top.
- The midi length occludes any would-be schoolgirl/ Britney circa 1998 references.
Result. Now, I just have to work on NOT getting these kitten heels caught in floorboards, between paving stones, cobbles…
Daint I’m not. Hey, it’s a learning curve.