I know what you're thinking: "Sue J! Not another post on fashion!" Bear with me. I do have a point. Plus, I'm getting tired of "Clinton vs. Obama," as it is now known, so I thought we could all do with a change of subject. Temporarily.
It's a sunny 80 degrees in Maryland today, and I'm not ready for it. I've seen the college kids wearing shorts and flip flops for a couple of months, but they're such renegades. I have yet to wear shorts outside of the range of the eliptical trainer room. And my flip flops are still in a plastic storage bin somewhere in the back of the closet. I guess it's time to make the switch from winter clothes to summer ones. (Any one else who lives in an old house built before the word "closet" was apparently in the American vocabulary will know what I'm talking about there.)
But I like my fleece (as you can see), and I'm having a hard time letting it go. It's warm and soft and familiar. And it covers me up. So don't even get me started on wearing flip flops. I think my feet are ugly. I mean, I don't have any extra toes or anything (not that there's anything wrong with that), but you know at this point they're really ... white. As in haven't seen the sunlight in a long long time white.
Yet I know I can't fight it -- and I know that I shouldn't. Although we'll have a few cool days ahead, the warm ones will soon outnumber them. Before long it will be 90 and humid and I'll be happily sitting on the front porch wearing my cargo shorts and flip flops -- or perhaps going barefoot.
(Yes, Sweetie, I'm sorry but it's almost time for my dreaded cargo shorts. I know you hate them and think they make me look like a boy. But they're sooo comfortable. Maybe I can paint my toenails and look purty. Besides, I'm getting my haircut tomorrow, and as I told you: unless I chicken out (big possibility) it's gonna look really good.)
So why do I fight it? It's really not a "self-image" thing, because honestly, I think I'm in pretty good shape. And in just a few days I know that I'll be back to thinking that if I could wear cargo shorts and t-shirts every day I would be in heaven (yeah, I know, it is a little boyish). So it's just this transition from what's comfortable and familiar, from being protected from the elements, into a world where it's just me and the world. A world where I feel the stones under my feet, the rain drops on my arm.
I'm almost ready, but there's a cold front coming next week.