It’s the last weekend of summer. The autumn of summer, we might say. Soon we’ll be saying, “Ah yes, remember last summer? Those white hot days at the beach, the languid afternoons, the warm, starry evenings of wine and song? Ha. As if.
|photo courtesy of Aethne Hinchcliffe|
More like… remember the searing, jabbing pain of that freaking shingles virus, the fog of pain meds, the creeping boredom of yet another day of enforced reading and reading and nothing else, except more moaning and cold compresses?
But now that I’m feeling better, and was even able to escape the dooryard wearing real clothes and… drum roll, please… upper-body undergarments twice last week, I’ve begun to realize that summer is almost over and I haven’t worn my summer clothes since the middle of July. Gasp.
And even more gasp-worthy, I haven’t worn my new Moncler jacket once. Not once.
So last Friday, when it was a beautiful 22°C, and I was scheduled to meet my dear friend Barbara for lunch in the village, I wore my new jacket for the very first time. And what a palaver trying to decide which combination of red, white, and blue to wear. I tried my jacket with a red tee, blue jeans and sneakers, with my navy tee, white jeans and my red loafers, with a couple of different white tees with blue jeans or white jeans, and red loafers. Well, you get the picture.
|Too many choices?|
I even tried my jacket with blue jeans, sneakers, and a crisp white shirt. I really like this look. It’s a little bit lady-like, mostly casual, but still polished. I’ll wear this in a couple of weeks when the weather will allow long sleeves under long sleeves.
|Who doesn’t love a lady in a baseball jacket?|
|Just happy to be back in action.|
Now, how about you, my friends? Are you cramming in the last of your summer outfits before the leaves turn and the weather gets cool?