This morning, I headed into the city for a press event before making my way back to the office. Of course that begged the question of what to wear. I knew I wanted to be presentable, but also comfortable for cold walks and frigid train platforms. Settling on a sweater/jumper/boots combo with Under Armour leggings disguised as tights underneath, I felt as though I had met that challenge. But when I arrived, I felt completely over layered...Another editor at the event, for example, wore a similar tweed dress to mine but with a cap sleeve and nothing over it, sheer black tights and short booties. I was left with some serious outfit envy. Still, I've suffered many pains for fashion, but cold is just not one I can endure. I pride my blog on highlighting things real girls wear, because I am a real girl who really wears them. The outfits I post are things I wear to work or out and about on the weekends, to dinner or out with friends. While I pin many an outfit of bare-legged bloggers posing in the snow, that's not reality to me. As I pined over how cute the other editor looked, I couldn't help but think: Isn't she freezing? Maybe it's just this too-long, too-cold winter or maybe I'm just sick of wool, but I'm tired of feeling like Ralphie's little brother in A Christmas Story ("I can't put my arms down!"). Yet I refuse to shiver in the name of fashion, so I guess I'm stuck passing off Under Armour leggings as tights until spring.
Look of confusion ... Why?