Oh, pants.

As I arrived at Angel yesterday afternoon a stray gust of wind revealed to me that my nice new summer dress is in fact a tunic. Apologies to anyone at Angel late tea-time; I'm sure you wanted to see my pants about as much as I wanted to show them to you. (In other words... not a lot.)

So what do I do now? Do I brazen it out with black tights and heels and pray that we have a gust-free summer? Or do I relegate it sadly to the wardrobe as one of those impulse buys that just were not meant to be?

One thing I'm sure of: I ain't wearing it with no leggings.