So I finally got around to checking out that Miu Miu micro mini skirt everyone’s been screaming about online. Here’s the messy play-by-play of how it all went down.
The Initial Hunt
Walked into the Miu Miu boutique feeling kinda nervous, honestly. Sales folks had that fancy-but-intimidating vibe. Spotted the skirt hanging all tiny and innocent-like. First thought? “Dang, that thing is SMALL.” Like, pocket square small. Reached out and touched the material – weirdly stiff nylon feeling, almost crunchy. Held it up to my hips just for scale and laughed. No way that fabric covers anything. Sales lady gave me that look – you know the one. Pricetag nearly made me choke. More than my damn rent.
Fitting Room Drama
Took two sizes into the fitting room just to be safe. Size S felt like trying to squeeze into a sock. Hips said “no way,” zipper screamed “never gonna happen.” Switched to Size M. Got it zipped… barely. Felt like being vacuum-sealed. Looked in the mirror:
- Waistband digging trenches into my skin immediately.
- Hemline barely covering my butt cheeks – one sneeze from disaster.
- Weird stiffness made it stick straight out like cardboard.
- Had to do the awkward skirt-yank dance every time I moved an inch.
Salesperson knocked asking “Everything alright?” Translation: “Are you breaking it?“
The Verdict
Wiggled outta that thing so fast. Breath of fresh air, literally. Felt expensive, yeah. But comfortable? Like wearing a plastic envelope. Trendy as heck? Obviously. But worth the cash for something I’d be scared to sit down in? Nah. Felt like paying big bucks just to be uncomfortable. Left it hanging in the fitting room. Would only buy if I planned on standing perfectly still forever. Saved my wallet the trauma. Ended up grabbing a cheapo look-alike online instead – more fabric, less panic. Anyway. That’s my skirt saga. Your hips? Your call.
