Upon seeing this photo, I couldn't help but think about how windy New York City is. My old, favorite hats fly off my head, circle skirts fly up while descending subway stairs, and the air seems to be five degrees cooler because of the strange wind patterns. I can't imagine how Chicago is!
Other than that, I love this photo and the outfit: the odd mix of pastels and good use of white tights. I can never wear white tights without looking like I'm five. Bravo to her.