Out on a Limb

It is a bit tricky right now isn't it? Knowing what outerwear to pick, I mean. I keep getting it wrong. Jacket? Too cold. Parka? Too hot. Cape? Not waterproof enough. (Today's mistake.)

So what's the solution?

Might it be the coatigan? No, not waterproof, but warmer than a jacket, not as warm as a proper coat... we might have a winner.

Plus these from River Island are all quite delightful.

(Images via River Island)

Don't Let the Sun Go Down on Me

(Via World Gallery)

Waaaaaahhhhh! The sun has gone away. Back to warmer clothes, which sucks. I usually take a bit of persuading to get into my summer togs, but this year I was raring to go. And we have been lulled into a false feeling of excitement, because really it is only early April and it has been unseasonably warm. But don't we deserve some nice weather? I've got a broken heart to mend, for God's sake. And that has been medically proven to require light, warm days, oodles of vitamin D and armies of handsome men checking me out on the street. But if the sun is gone they won't be lounging outside pubs leering at me as I saunter by in sassy little outfits. Seriously, don't you know I'm suffering? Sort it out, if you wouldn't mind. Whoever you might be.

Keep it Under Your Hat

(Via Signature Illustration)

To the dude I saw on my way in to work who was in shirt sleeves but wearing a turquise Team Zissou style bobble hat. If it is warm enough for one, it's too warm for the other. You know, just FYI.

Open season

I know exactly what you mean, I saw a girl yesterday with an umbrella and flip flops (or to be more precise Fit Flops, which is probably even more of a crime). It was raining pretty heavily, her feet were very wet, she appeared quite vexed. I didn't have a moment of pity for her, for surely when she was slinging her umbrella in with her oyster and lunch money it might have occured that a closed shoe was the order of the day.

I shouldn't be overly censorious though, as I am not above making a mistake of being over dressed on a warm day. But I never mix and match, thinking erroneously that my top half is in Barbuda while the bottom half is in Vladivostok. She will suffer, and that will be a lesson learned.

Wardrobe Malfunction

Apologies for posting Janet and her errant boob, I wasn't feeling terribly creative with the old Google image search this morning. You know how it is. This is supposed to represent 'wardrobe malfunction'. OK? OK. Now, I know we're all tackling tricky inter seasonism, and that we must run the gauntlet against the weather on an almost daily basis at the moment. But I do find it odd when some ladies get dressed in the morning in a manner appropriate to both tropical and freezoid climes.

I saw a woman at the station this morning in a full winter jacket (with scarf), thick and flat knee high leather boots, a short flimsy cotton skirt and a BARE LEG. I didn't know where I was for a minute. I just stared. I mean, even slinging on an American tan tight would have made it better but no, bare leg. Doesn't everyone know that the key to survival in layering? Should we issue a public service announcement? If it warms up later that poor gal is going to be sweltering in those boots. Either that or her little leglets will look like a plucked chicken for the duration of the day which isn't a look one would choose surely. I shouldn't fret, but I do.