This is what I wore yesterday.
Today I’m wearing jeans because I overslept — story of my life — and didn’t have time to shave my legs. I’m hating every sweaty, chafing minute of it and hereby declare that denim in the form of pants shall be banned through the remainder of summer, stubbly legs or not.
For me, comfort is synonymous with crankiness, and I’m much more charming with bare legs in July.
Know what else is charming? A cute printed dress that costs less than takeout.