It's been hot as blazes in Chicago for the past couple of weeks, so I've been a bit hesitant to break out the petticoats and go full-on cupcake. I am the world's biggest baby when it comes to tolerating extreme temperatures. More accurately, there's an approximately five-degree band in which I am happy and comfortable. If the temperature dips below about 65, I shiver and complain. If the temperature goes above 70 (75 with no humidity, max), I melt, complain bitterly, and refuse to do anything useful. Of the two extremes, though, I'd pick the dead of winter over the dog days of summer every single time. (Yes, even a Chicago winter.)
This is why there's been such a dearth of poofiness in my outfits lately. Instead, I've been wearing skirts and dresses that look cute sans petticoat.
This is why there's been such a dearth of poofiness in my outfits lately. Instead, I've been wearing skirts and dresses that look cute sans petticoat.
