Earlier this week, my worst summertime-in-the-valley nightmares came true and our AC guy pronounced our upstairs air-conditioning Dead On Arrival. We knew it had been suffering, blowing out mostly hot air with just a bit of cold, creating a 10-15 degree temperature difference between floors that rendered our 2nd floor bedrooms the god damn 7th circle of hell. Thus, the idea of putting on real clothing has mostly become laughable as I've lived in tanks and ripped shorts for the last few days. What are even pants? I just don't know anymore. Since my trusty summer denim is effectively out, I've had to resort to other means of dressing myself (like a real person-- not like an 8-year-old boy who's going off to summer camp for the first time). So I've had to resort to those tricky items that I've had hanging in my closet for years and almost never touch anymore: mini skirts. After graduating from college, I realized I had little use for the tiny pieces of material that I would wear exclusively to frat parties or cheap clubs. Now, they mostly seem juvenile, and let's be real, at 25, I'm just too old for this shit. But with this fresh new hell of a summer heat wave, I've had to get creative, attempting to transform a basic black mini skirt into something fashionably palatable with a more casual denim top, my usual silk neck scarf, and my casual go-to nude summer mules.