Knees Undercover.

As afore-promised here:

My take on OTKs. 

I know, I know. Black tights, straightened hair, and an undoubtedly inappropriate-lengthed skirt. . .

GABRIELLE. 

What are you thinking?

And to that I say...

Grey. Brown. Baggy. Unflatteringly-silhouetted shapes and specs that swallow the face.

Believe you me, I did not get hit on while wearing this outfit. 

I did, however, garner the attention of a particularly disgruntled old woman who insisted at glaring incessantly at my not-exposed leg. 

So to you, Debbie Downarina, I devote this post. 

You have single-handedly inspired me to continue wearing age-non-appropriate ensembles until the day I die. 

Now - the meat of the matter: 
You may have noticed that my knees are covered. 

By boots. 

My legs by tights, my tush by faux-suede, and my awkwardly long torso by Everlane - a brand I have not been solicited to endorse but that I gladly would. 

So meaty. 

Cheers.

PS: I HATE tights, but these things are the best. most. amazing. ones. ever.