People, the time has finally arrived! The dark days of tights and layers and having to cover every outfit up with a big ol’ coat are finally behind us and it’s time for the Summer clothes to make an appearance! Behold! Those are my legs you can just about see!
I know lots of people go on about how much they love Autumn and Winter because they love boots and hats and how great it is not to have to shave your legs for weeks on end, but in case you hadn’t noticed, I hate it. Yes I love boots. And I can get a teensy bit excited about investing in a coat. And yes, the sloven in me can appreciate how much easier it is to get an extra day out of dry shampoo if you’re wearing a hat, but I still hate it. I just far prefer the clothes I get to wear in the Summer, when I’m not having to worry about staying warm and dry all the time (well, some of the time I don’t anyway, it is England, after all). Winter clothes make me feel drab and scruffy and bulky, and it’s very rare I feel good in an outfit that’s designed to keep out the cold. Summer clothes, on the other hand, make me feel breezy and smiley and feminine, and getting dressed in the morning, when it’s actually light outside and the air isn’t going to instantly turn my hair into a cloud of frizz, becomes something I look forward to. Yep, I’m all about the Summer wardrobe, so much so, I think I could just about forgo the slinky boots and the hats with their magical bad-hair-day masking properties and, dare I say it, even the Christmas glitz, if I could just wear a frothy skirt and not wear a jacket every day.
I love my Summer clothes so much, that I often start donning them a little too early, like the day these were taken. We were on our trip to Harrogate, and the bright sunshine outside and the fact that I was on an illicit break from work must have lulled me into a false sense of security, because it wasn’t quite warm enough for this outfit. To be honest though, I really didn’t care, because aside from the odd party outfit this was the first time in 2017 that I had bared my milk bottle white legs. I went outside and walked around and everything, and I didn’t even freeze to death. It was admittedly a little chilly when the sun went in, but that wasn’t the point. The point was, Summer was here, and I could wear skirts now without tights and without looking silly, even if it wasn’t exactly warm. It also helped that this particular skirt was baby blue, which is one of my favourite colours – I’ve waffled on about my love of all things pastel coloured more than enough times now for you to know how happy it made me to be rocking this shade after what seemed like months of black with the odd splash of burgundy!
Despite the fact it was a little breezy, the outfit ended up working pretty well. A midi skirt is the perfect solution when you want to look summery without catching pneumonia, as is a lightweight sweater like the one I wore here. I mean, I want to look nice, but I don’t want to catch my death! Baby blue might be one of my favourite colours, but I don’t want my skin that tone! I could have been warmer, but the fabrics were thick enough to keep me from shivering, and there wasn’t enough flesh on display that I’d have felt a complete numpty. Besides, the main thing was that for the first time in a really long time I actually felt as though I was wearing something pretty rather than just something functional, and that feeling alone is enough to give any girl a warm glow!
How about you lot – are you relieved to see the sun come out, or does packing away your thermals make you a little glum?