There comes a point in the early throws of summer when- no matter what the weather threatens with rain, wind, cold snaps- I can’t bare to stuff my legs into pants anymore.  The thought of being encased in jeans like a breakfast sausage is too much to bear- with the restricting tight material gripping my legs, with the tight waist, with the lack of air traveling up my legs, makes me cringe with dread.  So skirts, shorts, and dresses are the only options, and if i get cold, better start dancing.