It's in skirt form.
My all-time favorite skirt.
Now, however, I'm sorta kinda a house, and even though I kept hoping that someday I could get back into this divine skirt, I concluded that it had to be sold.
Then I figured if I mediated on a picture of it once a day, I could successfully say no to the Fritos, and the cookies, and the pizza, and the live-changingly delicious Halo Farm ice cream, and yes, even my husband's utterly divine cooking, and focus more on those raw vegetables, which I actually do like to mangia on.
I'll let you know what transpires.
*Me no buy at vintage stores. That's beneath me.