silk blouse - vintage, skirt - thrifted, shoes - borrowed, purse - dooney & burke
There's something quite sad about the last day of the year you are able to go bare-legged. Of course, you don't know it at the time, but the next time you put on a skirt, you'll roll some sheer tights on as well. And the next time, and the next, and then a bit later those sheer stockings are replaced with thick opaque ones, maybe even woolen ones. And then you might look back on that day, if you can remember it, and miss the ease and appeal of bare legs.
I didn't use to like bare legs as much as I do now. I used to wear tights in inappropriately hot weather and I still wear sheer or lace tights sometimes throughout the summer. After all, summers here in the PNW are not necessarily hot. (I believe today, a rainy day in November, was a pretty average summer temperature for us.) This past summer though, I was all about the bare legs. I discovered I could show skin with not only sundresses and shorts, but also with more demure pencil skirts and silk blouses. It just feels nice to let your legs out in the world, unfettered by nylon. All the same, I am enjoying my current tights wearing weather. Just feeling a touch nostalgic for a time when getting dressed in the morning could skip one or two pieces (I wasn't wearing a lot of cardigans then either).