Soles and Sleeves

I have no clue who the other people are under the masks!

Since the Trooping of the Colour is taking place in London this weekend, I thought I'd take a stroll down memory lane and revisit one of my most memorable (and slightly questionable) looks, which took place at the 2012 Trooping of the Colour.

But first a little background: 

The fancy yoga pant.

We all have them.

We all wear them.

Year round.

I'm currently sitting outside, resting my feet on our new fire pit enjoying the buzz of the bugs (I use the term "enjoying" loosely. As long as they don't land/crawl on me they're OK) and watching Bogart frolic in the grass and warm his belly in the sunshine.

The skies are blue.

The weather is warm enough to wear light layers but cool enough to not sweat the instant you start thinking about venturing outside.

Everyone has those days when they don't want to wear pants.

It was a gorgeous day outside!

And for us lucky ladies, we have maxi-skirts.

They not only tick the 'no pants' box, but the 'appropriate to wear in public' box as well.