Pleated skirt world

WELCOME to the site that pays tribute to the world’s finest fashion, the PLEATED SKIRT! Making it’s first appearance in the late 1890’s, the pleated skirt has made numerous comebacks over the years, but still remains one of the most universal fashions known to the world of couture. Love it or hate it, there is hardly a woman who has not worn a pleated skirt some time in her life... if only at school!

 For all those who love the pleated skirt, this site is for you! However, if you are seeking nude, upskirt, or otherwise suggestive pornographic pictures, I suggest you leave NOW and look elsewhere.   Thank you!

UPDATED 2nd February 2004: 

INTRODUCTION

This site will endeavour to exhibit and describe most types of skirts using pleats, including such classics as:

So how about a few words of introduction from myself? My name is Gail Macmillan and I live with my pleat- appreciating partner, Simon, in South Wales in the UK. We both first met at SCHOOL of all places and he says he was first attracted to me as I was one of the few girls in my form that wore a uniform MAROON BOX-PLEATED SKIRT every day. I was only to learn several years later that this was why he insisted on pairing up with me for Physics practical!  Some 25 years later he can still relate all the names of the girls in our form who wore pleated skirts - with a description of what each one looked like too... His description of mine? ‘Your skirt was four or five inches above the knee, and unlike some of the other girl’s, had kept it’s sharp pleats almost all of the way round. At the back where these skirts were renowned to wear first, your pleats had gradually developed a smooth ‘rolled open’ sort of look.’ (This is where the factory pressed sharp edges of the pleats forming each ‘box’ loose their sharpness under the pressure of  being repeatedly ‘sat on’ in use. In time this will eventually ‘flatten out’ the affected pleats, but on occasions -like in the case of my skirt- the pleats tend to roll back on themselves and almost re-set themselves in this manner as long as the wearer doesn’t smooth the back of her skirt outwards with both hands before sitting.) I remember touching your skirt only once - and that was in a Physics practical when some other chap managed to attach a wooden clamp stand to it’s hem for a prank by reaching underneath your stool! I, of course, played the ‘knight in shining armour’ and removed said stand with trembling fingers, noticing just how cute and sharp the small pleats were seen close-up. I was also able to record a mental image of the way your little skirt rested daintily over your thighs before falling in a pretty arc of wide open box-pleats towards your ankles resting on a rung of the stool’   And to think I married this guy! G.M.>

I wonder why Simon ALWAYS cycled behind me? Add this wear to the fact that the hem was forever catching and pulling in the coarse marram grass whilst walking in the dunes and there was a small collection of stains growing on the front from odd spots of food and drink from our picnics,  brown and green smears at the back from continually using the bare ground as a seat and several small oily nicks in the hem from the bicycle chain, you can probably understand why I ‘threw in the towel’ on the last day and joined in an energetic game of ball on the beach, deciding that as ‘smart wear’ was no longer possible, the skirt would have to end it’s days in the ‘undies’ drawer back home as a full-length slip.

As one might imagine, the game inevitably led to my poor skirt’s bruised and battered hem receiving wetting after wetting in the sea as I battled it out with my adversary Karen to reach the ball first, finally achieving my ten year ambition to see what it was like to swim in it when after one of these antics I was left standing in the shallows with warm water up to my thighs, with the submerged white floaty material tickling my calves as the wavelets passed by me.