Good morning little Tuesday. How it be?
While reading Sunday Styles this weekend, I came down with a rather wickedcase of cold envy. I glimpsed at cape after cape and felt so deflated (thank
you Bill Cunningham). I have told you this before, but my constitution is
not one for hot weather, and my innards and outards crave a chill in the
air. When I was in Manhattan last week, I got a taste of it, and man did it
feel good. It's still 87 every day here and I am so tired of the heat. I am in love
with all the caped looks this season and in a quick shop by in H&M last
week, I spied many spiffy coats and capes for under $100 (I would so hit
that). True they are probably not the best for the height of winter, but
very cute for now and through most of Autumn as the days get shorter and
you're sippin' on pumpkin spice. Was I the only one who LOVED those few
weeks of chill in Miami last winter? And though I love bare legs and a
pretty pedicure, I'm down to rotate the wardrobe from time to time. Perhaps
I'm in the rare camp that would choose seasonal dressing over 80 degree days
in December. Sue me. I simply feel like I live in a pizza oven. Dressing for
such conditions can be a bit of a yawn. Somehow autumn/winter dressing
brings to mind a more intellectual approach to fashion, which is what I'm after.
So enjoy your coats, capes, and jackets, peeps. Don't even get me started on
boots or tights...if I wore a cape or tights in Miami I would melt, plain
and simple. But a gal can dream, right? Come on Miami- just drop a few
degrees and we can be friends again. Your steadfast steaminess is lulling me
into a sort of fashion torpidity. Can I at least rock a boot? Please?
the MIA- at least my skin looks nice with all this humidity. XO