3 plaid skirts now sit in a dusty office store tied up in plastic. Tried on first by a happy girl with happy thoughts who twirled in front of the mirror in the store when summer was here and we were happy. She didn’t care that they were too long as she twirled barefoot. She was simply happy at the thought of being a prep. Now the skirts sit because mom can’t bear the thought of seeing them without being on the hips of her twirling barefoot beautiful girl. Bring us back.