In spite of the cold ass cold, you have places to go (cue the incessant walking photos), people to be–not to be confused with see–am I right?
I was originally going to suggest that you wear a blazon of outfit not unlike this one on the particular, wretched Sunday morning that prompts you attend your childhood BFF’s bridal brunch somewhere obscure and remote but located in the heart of [insert neighborhood you hate here,] notwithstanding the long-ass night you had. Which, mind you, started the evening before and essentially just ended, like, 20 minutes ago. You want to be in pajamas, it’s early but late, and yet you have social obligations. ON A SUNDAY.
So what’s a girl to do? Ah, yes, wear pajamas to said social obligation. Duh. Because when push comes to shove, or heel comes to height, there is almost no garment a pair of fancy shoes cannot formalize. And as that saying goes: when you feel like shit, wear something you love.
It’s “Memorial Day Weekend,” though, so maybe the above scenario can’t really be applied but let’s meditate in favor of weather that will allow short sleeves–no jackets–and the ability to walk without feeling that fucking chill abuse you to the bone. Hear, hear?