This was inspired by a trip to the highlands of Scotland. In a small town, they would pelt the local pedophile with rocks as official punishment because the local jail could only fit two people at a time, and they needed to keep it empty for all the drunk elderly sheep farmers who were mistaking their sheep for their elderly wives after the local pub closed. They had clocks in the town, but they didn’t work, so they were just for decoration. It was a five-hour bumpy drive from the nearest airport, but only 100 kilometers as the crow flies from Dundee. Very quaint village. I believe everyone in the village, except for the one foreign-born French chef, was inbred, and they were all related. The locals in the town all famously shared the same squarish facial features and were flat-footed; none of them were able to serve in any of the major wars that Scotland was involved in for the last 100 years. Anyway, those two weeks in that cute town in Scotland directly inspired this skirt.

DETAILS:

-50% wool, 50% terylene

-pleat & buckle details

-hidden ykk zipper