Polygamy chic

I struggle towards the end of winter.  I hate all my winter clothes by about, oh, June, and I look lovingly at my beautiful dresses, waiting for summer.

But, here we are.  It's a grey old day, one of those 'is it warm or not?' kinda days. I had no client meetings, and a dentist appointment that required comfort and a level of crotch coverage while lying upside down...  I'm sick of my winter dresses, and I'm very sick of  black opaques.

So, I dug this out of the very back of my wardrobe:

Obviously, that is not me.  

The Peter Jensen Flannel Skirt represents all that I am not.  It's not cute or twee, it doesn't have a nipped in waist or a whimsical pattern.  It's utilitarian, on trend, and nearly dragging on the floor as I'm only 4'11.  I'm wearing it with battered combat boots (also a back of the wardrobe find) and a fine, almost sheer black t-shirt.  

My dentist loved it.  'You look so cute and quirky!  So polygamy chic!'  (Not only is my dentist lovely and very skilled, she is also a raging hipster)

My husband, less so.  'You look like you should be plowing a field in Poland'

I'm not a fan.  I don't feel like me.