It’s not the dress that’s the problem.
The dress is completely fine. It’s fitted at the top, has a full skirt and even has sleeves. All the things I require.
Dresses are easy, comfy, one step to respectability.
This dress has those stripes that are summery, and that I never wear, so it’s actually a brave dress for me. I can make it worky with the navy blazer, or everyday with the denim.
I’m happy with the dress.
The mistake is that I wore it, in late May, with bare legs. For 15 minutes only, but still, I’m old enough to know better. Jake’s wee legs were moving faster than normal as I hurried him to make up for my optimism. Layers were returned to their rightful places.
It seems I live right next door to a wind tunnel. The term ‘wind chill’ was probably coined by someone living near the river in south Belfast.