In Which I End My Ban on Shorts With Tights

Here I am, definitely standing with a cart filled with MINI-PIG FOOD. But, I’ll get to that later.

Just a reminder: all of December is my birthday month. On New Year's Eve I turn 21. So happy 21 years of having me in your life.—
Leith (@LeithMaria) December 07, 2011

New York’s been shitting on my favorite month. Well, more like pissing on it. Le rain, le sigh. What’s a girl to do when her favorite wintery month feels more like early March than Christmas/Birthday magic time? Well, my sweet Holiday angels, I dragged out my cherry red tights in hopes of making the grey terribleness of New York City in December rain a little better.

I completed the look with a Ralph Lauren Polo wool tshirt (toasy warm!), thigh high socks from H&M, Hunter rain boots, and my vintage Versace cut-offs. Generally I really, really opposed to shorts and tights but, hey, it was laundry day!

There is no reason to have a cart of mini-pig food if you don’t have a mini-pig. I live with a fucking pig. She is the cutest thing ever. Sometimes she bites the cats, but even they find it adorable (or maybe they’re just confused).