In the summer, I basically live in dresses and rompers. As soon as the mercury starting flirting with the high teens, I was whipping out the legs like nobody’s business. Anyone who knows me, knows winter won’t stop me from parading around in all the pretty dresses, but it’s different with tights. I think dresses are best when they’re light and airy, and tights just aren’t freeing enough.
And I think it’s safe to say that if I ever need to camouflage myself in a desert, I’m all set.
xoxo
