One of us thinks green is the easiest color in a closet to build around, the other treats it like a dare she has to talk herself into every single time she stands in front of it on a rack. That’s basically the whole story of this post. I own three green skirts right now and I still hesitate before every one of them like I haven’t done this math before, which, for the record, I have, out loud, more than once.
The top spot was a genuine fight. I wanted to give it to the deep bottle green midi I bought secondhand for thirteen dollars, cotton twill, a little stiff at first, softened up nicely after two washes. Cost per wear is down to ninety cents now and dropping, I’ve worn it enough that I actually feel a little smug about it.
But the case against it, made loudly, is that it photographs almost black indoors and then steps outside and turns this bright, almost lettuce green in daylight, and if you bought it off a photo you would be surprised, possibly not pleasantly. I’ve been surprised by my own skirt in my own bathroom mirror. That’s not nothing.
The washing situation deserves its own complaint. I threw the twill one in with a regular cold load, no separating, no fuss, and it came out basically identical, maybe a half shade softer, which honestly improved it. The other green skirt I own, a cheaper polyester one from a fast fashion haul I’m not proud of, came out with a faint grayish cast after one wash like it had aged four years in a machine. Same detergent, same cycle. I checked twice because I didn’t believe it the first time.
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The gamble pick, and I’ll just say it, is the sage colored satin slip skirt I bought for twenty two dollars on a whim during my lunch break. It’s gorgeous on the right person in the right light, moody, a little bit expensive looking. On me, in overhead office lighting, it reads slightly hospital gown. I’ve worn it four times, twice with confidence, twice while asking a coworker if it looked weird, and both times she said yes with more enthusiasm than I wanted. I’m keeping it anyway because the math still works out under six dollars a wear and I refuse to let a little visual instability ruin a good spreadsheet.
So no, we haven’t resolved anything. One of us still reaches for green first, the other still stands there negotiating with herself for a full minute. What I can say for certain is that the color lies to you a little depending on the light, the cheap fabric will eventually tell on you in the wash, and if you find one that survives both, you hang onto it, arguments and all.
