The days are (still) dreary and the colours are flat. But that's no reason to sulk. If I'm gonna sulk, it's gonna be because I went out in public with holes on the butt of my leggings. I don't know how they got there or how I didn't notice before I left the house, but yes, it happened. And the holes were the size of a penny, so they were probably noticeable. Thankfully, I abide by the rule that leggings aren't real pants, so I wore a chunky sweater over them that (hopefully) just covered the holes. This. This is why long shirts and leggings are a must. Take note, please.