Spotted this skirt today while I was walking through a Big Box store. It brought me back to my middle school years when Madras was all the rage.
This was one fabric that was supposed to bleed when it was washed, and boy, did it ever. It also turned into a total dishrag when it was wet. I can recall stylin', in my Madras shirt and white shorts, at Kennywood Park in Pittsburgh during our eighth grade picnic.
I liked the plaids so much that my cafe curtains and bedspread were made of a plaid just like the one above even when I got older.