I smoothed the fabric over my hips and noted how luxurious the silk lining felt against my legs. It was a lovely skirt with strong, straight seems. It fit me perfectly, falling just to the top of my knees, with a narrow patent leather black belt that cinched my waist.
"Buy that skirt. You'll get a lot of use out of it," said my friend Denise.
I couldn't imagine how. I had recently left a staff position with a big publishing company to work as a freelance journalist. I was at the stage of researching and pitching story ideas from my home office while wearing yoga pants. I hadn't had a face-to-face meeting in months and didn't have any on the horizon. How would a charcoal grey, high-waisted pencil skirt prove useful?