Driving in Skirts

I bought a skirt once, marked down to fifty-cents, at a flea market. This skirt is exactly like the ones my Grandma wore, the style, the silhouette, the length, everything. For a few years it sat in my closet, unworn. But I didn't think much of it, it was less than a dollar, after all. But recently I have started a skirt "de-beautification" process, trying to make skirts less dressed up, more of an everyday garment. With this, the skirt has reemerged. And since Grandma drove everywhere, antiquing with Granddad, yesterday, when I drove in this skirt, I was her.