I biked in a skirt again today. I thought it would be ok. And, I guess it kind of was. Except the whole getting on the bike and off the bike part. And, all the whistles I got as I rode through the Tenderloin were only young, attractive, well educated men, so it must mean I still looked classy, right? And, I didn’t take into consideration that most days when I return to the city it’s rather winding. And I bike into the wind. Which blew up my skirt. Oh, well. I’ll never see these people again. Or at least until the following day.

Shirt: Banana Republic; Necklace: New York and Company; Skirt: Gap; Shoes: Lands End Canvas