My hero!
When
it comes to pants, I’m with Homer Simpson (“don’t you just hate pants?”). They
just don’t make me happy. Whenever I wear them, I take them off and throw them
in a heap approximately 30 seconds after I get into my apartment.
In
LA, pants were easy to avoid. But these days, I live in the Land of Always
Winter, and my intense antipathy for pants and equally intense love of
skirts/dresses means I need to be a little more creative to keep my legs from
freezing off. While thick wool skirts like the one I wore in
this post are an excellent start, I’ve found that they’re no match for a Chicago winter
on their own. After some trial and error, I’ve come up with a few tricks and
tips.
