The Snarky One is lucky he isn't married to me, then. As you know, I routinely leave the house wearing far less than that. Once upon a time I lived where running around next to naked is the height of good sense.
I kinda-sorta made them. I was very lucky to find a pair of very baggy stripy women's trousers at the thrift store. I whacked them off at the knees, added ruffles and elastic to the legs, and ta-da! Instant bloomers.
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stroppy_baggage being scandalized that I left the house in my underthings.
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