During that time I now realize I never confirmed whether those flat suede boots actually worked with my corduroy skirt.
She looked small and precise this morning in an A-line corduroy skirt and a coffee-colored cotton turtleneck.
But who among them would want to wear a flouncy tiered gray corduroy skirt is hard to fathom.
At best, they were invisible: a barely recognizable cross worked in sateen mohair lace on the back of a loose white cotton coat, which was shown with a simple corduroy skirt.
"I just wore comfortable clothes," Ms. Monheit said: a red corduroy skirt, a black sweater and high-heeled black boots.
She was, as al- ways, garbed in variants of blue: blue corduroy skirt, pale blue blouse, dark blue slippers and star-blue tiara.
Her cheekbones were high, her features refined, her figure lithe but shapely in a beige cowl-necked sweater and corduroy skirt.
She'd been carrying her books in her arms and wearing her favorite back-to-school outfit: knee-high brown socks, a dark brown corduroy skirt, and a longsleeved gold top.
She'd been wearing a brown corduroy skirt instead of green plaid, but otherwise, she'd been close enough.
One pair of shoes, one corduroy skirt, one blouse.
