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Walking in a pencil skirt is an art. I'm not talking about those malnourished little tubes that of late have been travelling under that name. Real pencil skirts, of the sort produced when women were shaped like women and had names like Sophia Loren, Cyd Charisse, and Jean Simmons, and wore gloves made of polka-dotted lace. A real pencil skirt requires hips, and an ass that goes boom. This skirt makes me boom, and I ain't got much ass. Walking in a pencil skirt requires heels. Three inches at minimum. Today's are copper mary janes with a 4.5 heel. You can't simply walk in this skirt; there's a sway, and dance to it. Concentration. But once you're in that rhythm, it's the best place you can ever be. It will turn any ass into train-station Marilyn's in Some Like It Hot. Mine is very-late 50s make, Italian label, and the waistband rests firmly just under the base of my ribcage. A rich pale thin green wool, or a heavy sharp silk. The lining is pure silk. Pockets sliced across my hipbones. I have to suck in my control-top pantyhosed gut to get the zip closed (keep in mind I rock a teeny under-20-inch waist...with thirty...six, seven, thirty-eight(?) inch hips!), and it forces perfect posture. But once it's on, it fits in such a way that a hundred top tailors or seamstresses with a limitless budget could not produce a garment so superbly fitted to my obscenely hourglassed figure. This is adamantly not a skirt that you can tug up around your hips to pee in; you have to unzip and shimmy it down around your knees to sit on the toilet. Walking in a pencil skirt, as I mentioned, is an art form. The range of motion afforded one's knees is near minimal, and this constriction demands a new motion. Your knees don't-can't-slide back-and-forth, so the motion required of one's ass is one of pedalling a bicycle backwards; your knees move like that as well, or as though doggy-padding. The effect, though, is infinitely worth it; the fabric scoops your bum high, pulling curves. It's the one piece of clothing I own that is sexier than nudity.