I was exactly 12 years old when my father went to the "West" for the first time (that is, outside the Eastern Block) and brought me my very first ever jeans skirt. It was love at the first sight and it is fair to say that since then, there probably has not been a time in my life when my closet didn't sport a jeans skirt in there some where. I bought this particular jeans skirt in an op shop in Hamilton East and I love its soft material and easy-to-wear cut. This weekend, I decided to add my own touches to it - crocheted flowers and leaves (from scraps of wool) machine-embroidered with golden thread. My love affair continues......