Of Scraped Knees & Gipsy Skirts

One evening a few days before the first day of Chinese New Year, I was rushing around home helping my mom with whatever chores I could before Moobman came to pick me up for a night out.

So I was running in and out of the kitchen, the washing area, the living room. I ran out of the house, and I ran in the house. I ran up the stairs, and I tripped.

Yup. And bruised my knee too.

So now I have a black patch resembling Singapore on my right knee.

As I did not want enquiring looks from relatives as to whether my dad bashes me up, I had to either wear pants or a really long skirt.

Now all of you know my pants dilemma from a few weeks ago. No way.

I borrowed a black gypsy skirt from my mom, and lo and behold - it fit.

Price to pay was having to flag my skirt up and down so that my legs could breathe.

Not a pretty sight I tell you.

Perhaps I should've tried the pants again.