November 24, 2007
slave to the weather
Speaking of shopping, I do not happen to be one of those people who can get the good bargains off season. I am in whatever season it happens to be 100%.
In the winter, I cannot believe there was ever a day when it felt too hot outside, when I was sweaty and headachey and miserable. The thought of buying something made out of thin cotton gauze seems ludicrous. I cannot imagine being hot enough to wear something that sheer and breezy ever again. Ditto summer. In the summer I cannot recall a single instance when my fingers were just this side of numb or my ears were tingling or the desire to lop my cold feet right off was strong. The thought of wool is horrifying.
This makes packing for vacation interesting. I give it my best effort. It is cold outside and heading toward winter. I am all about scarves and slippers and hot chocolate and snuggling. I must pack. We are going somewhere warm. I force myself to pull out the shorts and sandals, suntan lotion and tweezers and razors. In the moment I cannot fathom being hot ever again. I pack socks but no jackets or even a sweater. I feel insane. I pack the shorts, but I lean towards the heavier weight items, like thicker khaki and denim.
We arrive in a sunny clime. It is warm, hot even, and humid. Every single thing I have packed seems overly fussy and binding. I wonder why it did not occur to me to pack the floaty cotton skirts and everything without sleeves, the sleeveless-iest the better. I think constantly about buying lighter things, lighter, lighter, lighter. I leave the socks in the suitcase. I am amused that I even thought I might need or want a sweater. I cannot imagine ever being cold.
Heh. I do the same thing. Nothing like arriving in a warm climate, wearing black opaque tights. Argh.
We were in Charleston last year in December for several days, and I had exactly 2 outfits to wear, as everything else I had brought was much, much too warm.
Posted by: PinkDevora at November 27, 2007 10:19 PM