Nothing in my natural world has changed. The weather is still brutal and dry. The pool is still full of water beckoning to me like Lorelei. So why do I feel like buying suede boots?
It's the age-old tradition to buy the kids new clothes when school starts. Except school starts in mid-August. I don't dare send him there in pants and a hoodie in 90-degree weather, do I? Of course not. Little homie is heading off in shorts and a T-shirt while I dream of snuggling up in a Rick Owens fleece with a ridiculously oversized hood and some Common Projects boots. Dream. That's all I'm doing. Sitting here with the Barney's New York catalog, cranking the air conditioning to 65, and trying on corduroys for "keep" and "donate" piles.
Why am I still subject to the whims of the fashion world? I don't want summer to be over, and yet I am fully into the cozy of fall. Why should I stockpile clothes I cannot wear for at least two months? Why can't a woman buy summer clothes while it's still summer? Where are the shorts?? It's shorts weather!! Why are you all taking away my favorite long and lean tank tops?? Come back. I am not ready!!
Yes summer, we still have a few weeks to hang out and relax. Even when I'm dropping off the kid at school in the same stuff he's been wearing for the past few months (sans flip flops), I am feeling sad about saying goodbye to you and how easy it is to be with you. Your spontaneous charm that never demands a lot of planning. You really are the ultimate BFF. Even when you thunderstorm, I still want to be with you because you're just easy. Winter is a mean girl. I don't like hanging out with her.
Maybe I ought to go ahead and move to Miami already. Nahh, strike that. Then I really would have to give up all my beloved Rick Owens and Margiela knits and measure up against gorgeous Cuban girls with legs as long as redwood trees. Somehow that seems worse than winter the more I think about it. Okay, okay, seasonal weather. I accept you. Happy now? I'm not but I can deal until next April. I hope.
