Do you know how you associate times of year with specific seasons and feelings? If you live in a place like California, where I have two and soon-to-be three sisters, this may not apply to you. But for those who live in seasonal climates, a certain time of year brings with it internal and almost subconscious expectations about the weather.
Around April, I start to feel like weather should be getting warmer and nicer. Come June, it feels freezing when the temperature hits fifty even thought fifty in January would feel like bliss. Around November, I know that winter looms and cold weather is here to stay for way too many months.
Over my last few years spent in Chicago, I’ve come to realize that such just isn’t the case here. It’s pretty much cold all the time. Or maybe my definitions of each season have just shifted (which is probably the case).
The constant cold may be a result of my proximity to Lake Michigan. The lake effect keeps the weather from warming up in summer when the suburbs might be five or ten degrees warmer and sunnier. None-the-less, M and I have concluded that Chicago has a knack for turning even the seemingly most beautiful of days into crap. If all else fails and warm sun forces itself through light gray clouds, a strong “breeze” sweeps in from the lake just to be sure we don’t get too overzealous about our beloved city.
All this is to say that wearing olive corduroys in “summer” with a blazer might seem crazy to you, but it’s not far-fetched in this town.
Thus, I share today an outfit that doesn’t exactly feel “summery” for your summer, but it’s fitting enough for what I’ve come to understand as summer.
The season that used to summon thoughts of hot, sweaty days running around outside and chasing the ice cream truck no longer rise to the top. Instead, summer sparks thoughts of thunderstorms, frustratingly cold weather broken up by an occasional humid day and a rare day of weather perfection to be savored like the last bite of your favorite homemade dessert. You just never know when you’ll have another chance to indulge, if at all, before the next winter drag sets in.
In the end, I suppose it doesn’t much matter. I spent all last week in freezing cold banquet halls dressing each morning for warmth in many layers. Indoor climates in conference rooms and office settings often require their own attire, entirely independent of the conditions outdoors. Has anyone ever wondered why our offices have to be so darn cold in summer?!
I guess I just had to justify the apparently seasonally inappropriate combination…