The weather, I mean. The weather has been too hot to handle lately. And I am not good in the heat, especially when it’s thirty-five degrees Celsius with a humidex in the low forties.
To be honest, summer is not my best season.
Everyone else adores summer, but me. I struggle. I do.
My hair frizzes, and seems to grow in volume the second I poke my nose outdoors. And when it’s humid and windy, like at an event we attended the other night, well, the result is not pretty. A free-form, wind-sculpted, frizz extravaganza. I don’t deal well with summer humidity. If it’s very humid, outdoor exercise is a no-no for me because I’ll struggle to draw a breath. The bugs love me. I puff up with insect bites, and the red lumps itch for what seems like weeks. I freckle easily and burn quickly in the sun. I don’t tan. Actually I did have a rather nice tan for a few years in my thirties, when Hubby and I were golfing regularly. But years ago, probably around the time I gave up golf, I began to slather sunscreen and stopped worrying about being pale all summer. And… when it’s really hot, I puff up all over, and my jeans seem to shrink. Ha. When it’s not too hot to wear jeans. Or long pants in general.
Seriously, I should just stay indoors until September. But that is not an option. In fact, I can’t imagine anything more depressing. So today I shoehorned myself off the couch where I’ve been ensconced with my book for the past day and a half, and rummaged in my closet to see if I could find something reasonably cool and comfortable to wear shopping and errand running this week.
|Billowing skirts on the Rideau.|
My striped A.L.C. skirt from last year, above, is perfect for hot temperatures, breezy, as you can see, and light. I’m wearing it with my Eileen Fisher tee shirt, loosely tucked into the skirt, and my Stan Smith Adidas. I love this Eileen Fisher tee shirt, the short sleeves (I’ve rolled them up here, but they come almost to my elbow), the slightly rounded hem, how it falls away from my midsection when worn untucked, the slubby fabric that never looks wrinkled, and the funky seam down the middle of the back. It comes in a lovely colour called wisteria too, which I may order online before the summer is out. You can find it here if you’re interested. I definitely look a lot cooler in this shot than I felt. Phew. Even with the breeze, my mascara was melting by the time I retreated to the air conditioned house. Still, I plan to wear this outfit tomorrow when I have to run all over the city doing errands.
And for that birthday party we’ll be attending soon, outside, on the river where there is always a stiff breeze, I think I’ll wear my new black linen dress, and my old Michael Kors flat sandals.
|Summer backyard party outfit with optional bug bite coverage.|
I’ll bring this light Burberry scarf that I’ve had for years. In case I get a bit chilly. Ha. That’s wishful thinking! But the scarf will be useful to help hide the blackfly bites on my shoulders and neck from our fishing adventure last week. They are the size of dimes… and the same colour as my pedicure. How’s that for co-ordination?
|The yard is blooming and I’m melting.|
|A boat on the river heads for home, hoping to beat the thunder storm.|
|“Marigolds” by Kathy Leeds. Photo courtesy of Kathy Leeds.|
Now, I’ll leave you to contemplate the marigolds. I should go and at least look as if I’m going to help Hubby with dinner preparations.
How are you handling the heat, folks? And whatever weather and hair or wardrobe challenges that summer is throwing your way?