L-A: Twitter has been a real inspiration for us this week. Well, for me. Ally’s house is under quarantine because of the plague. We’re not even letting her near the interwebs for fear that she’ll send something nasty through the ether and infect you. Anyway, first it was the question about personal style by Breanne and now it’s Kim’s comment:
I’m going to keep today’s post short and sweet because this is a pet peeve of mine and could easily turn into a giant rant. So here it is:
It’s not actually summer yet.
Heck, it’s barely spring.
Just look at this forecast:
While I may not believe there is a season called spring in the Maritimes, I know that some of you do. And for those of you who do, this is it. This is our glorious, wet and almost kind of warmish spring. It’s a damp season where we can start to think about wearing a lighter coat and going outside sans toque. But it is not, and I repeat, it is not shorts and/or flip flop weather.
I’m not saying you can’t do a winter season short. Sure you can. Famous people (and non famous) do it all the time and they do it with varying degrees of success.
What’s the difference between these famous folks in winter shorts and the folks I’m ranting about? Covered legs. That’s what.
So let’s all agree: until we hit the double digits, we’ll keep our legs covered in something – be it hose or tights or leggings or pants. We will cover them when we wear shorts and skirts. We will wear our socks and our shoes. We will not pretend that this city is warmer than it really is.
And if, by chance, it does hit double digits for one day in March and those double digits are around 10 degrees, don’t run for the summer wardrobe. Breathe. Take a moment. Think about how warm it really is. And then wear a light sweater out and just be happy that the weather is what it is.