The precarious predicament of a skirt pretending to be a parasol!

Just thought I’d play wordsmith for a second there! So spring is a tricky season to dress for. It causes a number of conundrums none more worrying than the ever-present threat of the ‘Flash attack’ a.k.a Marilyn Moment- minus the coy grin and perfect poise.
What usually befalls us poor women is the desperate clutching of our clothing as the cruel spring wind attempts to strip us of our dignity!
Gents don’t get let off lightly, I’ve seen you; desperately trying to maintain your perfectly preened ‘do!
My solution to the skirt fiasco is to clutch a clump of skirt in both hands whilst ducking and diving into alleyways if a particularly nasty gust attempts to catch me off guard! (Smart, eh?)
Sure I look like a crazy woman and sure I could just wear trousers but then why should I succumb to the British weather?
We should all embrace the windswept dishevelled look... to be fair it seems to work in Hugh Grant’s favour enormously.
Cat