Getting back into bike commuting right as spring has sprung (say that ten times fast) means that I’ve really had to deviate from my go-to winter outfits, AKA the great LBD.
No, I do not spend winter in cocktail attire. LBD in this case stands for leggings-boots-dress, or the perfect formula for biking in the cold.
I hate to complain about lovely weather, but it really is throwing a wrench into my getting dressed habits: it’s much harder to get dressed in the morning when you can’t rely on the same formula you’ve been using for months. (One reason I rather enjoy winter. I spend far less time throwing “I have nothing to wear!” hissy fits when faced with my closet.)
C’mon, I know I’m not alone in saying that making decisions in the morning is really, really hard. (Did I mention I’m back on the coffee, too, in a super hard core no-holds-barred kind of way?)
I’ll admit that the change in seasons is forcing me to do some much-needed wardrobe remixing. Thanks to a couple of clothing swaps and a fortuitous visit to Target this weekend, I even have a few new items to liven up the same-old same-old. Today, for example, involved some serious remixing. The result was biking-iffy at best, but after spending all that time trying to figure out what to wear, you bet I wasn’t starting from scratch.
It’s a dark photo, but yes, that is a miniskirt.
Generally, I’m a big fan of riding in a skirt. And I’ve spent a long time on lady biking blogs trying to figure out the best ways to pull it off. Popular options include the bike basket fig leaf, opaque black tights, and good ol’ spandex shorts.
I went for a half-assed version of all three: an empty bike basket (not the most effective fig leaf out there), some almost-opaque black tights, and a pair of hot yoga shorts beneath my skirt. Despite all those attempts at modesty, I felt compelled to explain to everyone I encountered in the bike lane that I was, in fact, wearing shorts. Shorts that rode up too high to show beneath my upwardly mobile skirt, sure, but STILL. They were there.
I think the most awkward part was throwing my leg over the bike to get on and off. I was sure people were assuming that I was flashing something far more scandalous than my black bootie shorts.
Tomorrow begins the battle of the closet, round 2. Hopefully this round will go faster, and with less pouting, than the first. One thing’s for sure: I’m not up to another miniskirt skirmish just yet.
Until then, though, I’m dreaming sweet dreams of step-through bike frames and actually opaque black tights.