Dressing for the weather
I have this problem where, every year around this time, I start dressing much too warmly for Seattle's mild weather. It's like I forget I'm not in the Midwest anymore, and I end up feeling disgusting all day.
Yesterday, for example, I wore a sweater, and packed a scarf with me. I spent half the day in a tank top, with the sweater thrown over my chair. "It's fall!", my intuition says. And yet, it's not the same fall at all. We haven't even gotten a frost here yet. I could still be running around in jeans and a t-shirt, well into December.
And forget about me ever getting to wear my extra-cool peacoat here. Forget it!
As it's supposed to be 60 and sunny here today, though, I'm not complaining too much. I just wish I'd quit having the urge to bring a jacket with me everywhere.
Yesterday, for example, I wore a sweater, and packed a scarf with me. I spent half the day in a tank top, with the sweater thrown over my chair. "It's fall!", my intuition says. And yet, it's not the same fall at all. We haven't even gotten a frost here yet. I could still be running around in jeans and a t-shirt, well into December.
And forget about me ever getting to wear my extra-cool peacoat here. Forget it!
As it's supposed to be 60 and sunny here today, though, I'm not complaining too much. I just wish I'd quit having the urge to bring a jacket with me everywhere.