It’s (finally) smokin’ hot here in the late-blooming north. With the heat comes humidity. It’s no where near the turn-you-into-human-jerky humidity experienced by our lovely readers in the American south, but it’s still moist hot air. In this kind of heat (which I secretly love), a la carte dressing is the only option; non-metal accessories are sticky against sweat and sunscreen, and metals heat up to excruciating temperatures in the sun. My goal, then, is to be as close to naked as possible while remaining paparazzi ready outside my apartment.
As a result, business casual has gone out the window for the past two days—as have my anxieties about being too old to wear spaghetti straps in real life:
Brown cotton jersey dress: Theory
Non-neutral wedges: Geox (remixed)
Yellow beachy-lady bag: thrifted
This bag breaks my once-firm “No Women Besides Me In/On My Clothes” rule. I’ve never seen the point of wearing a face or body other than my own next to my face or body. I still don’t. But the bag is a fun and unusual print, it’s got two wooden peaches on its canvas straps, and it cost next to nothing; so I folded.
Another compromise I made this week involved this “dress”:
White tank dress: Le Chateau
Studded gladiator sandals: Steve Madden (remixed)
Silver bangle: The Bay (remixed)
I acknowledge this is less a dress and more a bag with straps. But that’s pretty much the point – well, that and the colour, which I pretend makes me look tan. Either way, the “dress” hangs, air blows it around when I walk, and I decrease my chances of melting. I compromise because it’s bloody hot out – but I wear the light tank dress, too, because viscose jersey is WAY too thin to go it alone this far from the beach. (Or at least it’s too thin for my buttock-related comfort.)
What sartorial compromises, if any, do you make in the heat of summer? What have you purchased (and worn) in violation of your style rules?