It's hot outside.
I, for one, am unprepared.
I haven't made the transition from spectacles to contact lenses yet. Sunglasses are safe in my drawer. A squint is permanently on my face.
How short is too short for March time?
Will people laugh if I wear tights? Or is it more ridiculous to go bare legged?
(I'm currently in search of my beach legs)
Will my outfit suffice when the uncontrollable need for me to get my coffee fix strikes, and I break from a casual stroll into a shifty looking speed walk? (Upper lip sweat can be hidden by a big schlunk of coffee foam but actual damp armpits and/or back sweat is another matter and therefore just not an option.)
(The 'coffee-run' outfit)
How thick or thin a knit is necessary? Is one necessary? Cardigan or jumper? In fact I'm having a poncho moment right now.
On the plus side, I can clog dance my way around in my good ol' wedges all day long - or maybe barefoot when the arch ache kicks in.
Maybe a bikini top instead of a bra is a tad too far. Maybe not, depends on how far away laundry day is - See 'Sweetest thing'.
Picnic time? Can I face the ants yet?
Lighter locks? Check. Beach waves perfected? To be confirmed at a later date.
Is shoulder exposure still considered chic? In a slight off the shoulder way, not a stereotypical British beach, complete with protruding tummy and weird sunburn lines, way.
(Beach-goers where I'm from don't quite look like this…)
Are people still buying those overpriced Havaianas that I need to own. Like. Right. Now.
Can you drive a convertible with the roof down without the unintentional, 'I'm an arsehole' tagline being attached to you by every bitter non-convertible owner? Jury's out on that one.
(Well that's one way to carpool)
My 'happy' playlist to match the sunny weather is non-existent right now. I guess it's bye bye 'The XX' and hello some annoying Euro-trash nonsense.
If warmer weather is supposed to lighten the mood and inspire everyone to be happy, smile at strangers and fart fairy dust; is the season of sarcasm over? If so, I might as well go into hibernation, like, right now.
I have so many questions and so few answers.
(Heaven)
I have so many questions and so few answers.
In the grey British Isles, can we ever be truly ready for these unseasonable seasonal changes?
Does anyone actually have separate wardrobes for Winter and Summer nowadays? Even if you wanted to be this organised, is it even possible with the weather being this sporadic?
It might not seem like it but I think I've just convinced myself into excitement. I might even have ice-cream for breakfast in the morning sun tomorrow, but then again I might need to dig out my raincoat - or snow suit for that matter.
It's tricky not being in as close contact with Mother Nature as I'd like. I imagine her to be hilarious, but in that smart kinda way, and I think we might bond over our sarcastic inclinations. However, until we have reached BFF status, the weather lady will have to suffice. So it looks like blind faith is the new trend du jour.
Watch this space.
(None of the above photos are my own and I do not take any credit for them. If you know the origin of any of them, then please let me know and I will cite accordingly)
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