Let's say, I am driving to a church in upper Scotland. It's fall. I will only be photographed from the dashboard up. The church itself is stone and built in 1804. That same stone never seems to warm up and can hold the damp. It's been cool enough that the rest of my party has been bringing rugs along to public events.
On top of that, every time I scratch my nose, the press treats it like some momentous event and read bizarre intents into everything I do or don't do. I have a really odd life.
So what do I wear to church? A warm coat and a turtle neck becasue I'm blinking freezing. And a dress, becasue one must. But under that, I'm wearing fitted jogging pants rolled up to fit under the skirt because I am blinking freezing. And that turns out to be smart, because no one remembered to bring a rug along.