Standing at the street corner near Astor Place in New York City, was a street Qt in a voluminous Qt circle skirt.
She looked like a bumble-bee in the fall twilight, earnestly thumping through her phone in rapt concentration.
By the corner she stood in a white-wedge sandals replete with white daisies adding a touch of innocence.
Her fulsome skirt allowed our doyenne-bee to put on display her slender legs, in a wholesome way without betraying her virtue.
The “the circle-skirt, after all is the antidote to the mini-skirt.”