Skyscapes About Town; or, Photos Taken Walking Home From the Dentist.
As I might have mentioned, I love my town. But gosh, I wish it would rain. It's not even as hot as it could possibly be at this time of year but it's hot enough. I had to go to the dentist today, and assumed it would be freezing in the office, as it usually is indoors anywhere here in the summertime. A short sleeveless dress will be too cold, I said. I must cover up more, I said. So that I will not suffer from the cold, I said, said I.
I really should have gone for this combo, though I was afraid that if I got sweaty, that shirt would show it. I do love that shirt, thrifted early this summer, and have been wanting to wear it with this dress. It does, however, show sweat when you're sweaty.
I went with the following combo instead, because the shirt is more breathable and tends not to show sweat when worn in outdoor situations, as I have done many times before:
Don't mind me. Just a little deranged here.
Perhaps I will sit down in a ladylike manner, so as to show off not only this thrifted pucker-fabric shirt, which I've had for seven or eight years, but also my magenta leggings, impulse-bought at Aldi sometime last year (so now I have to get a lot of wear out of them):
These are nice soft leggings. Not natural fiber, certainly not merino, but comfortable, and I actually did not die in them, walking to and from the dentist's office on the other side of downtown (a whole 10 minutes' brisk stride from my house). The color is a little intense, like when I wear them what you basically see is leggings and not much else. This is perhaps a little too much contrast, out of balance with my natural level of color contrast. But they are cheery.
I prefer the combo without the shirt, but again, I was afraid I'd be cold (reader, I was not).
But then I thought (at the same time that I was anticipating being cold) that it would be awfully hot walking with all that hair on my neck, so I pulled it back in a scrunchie.
Really, this is my look for the summer. I start out thinking I need to wear my hair down, but it always turns out that I don't. This is probably a sign that I need to get my hair cut, but I'm going to wait until September, a full six months from my last cut. Meanwhile, again: blue is my color. I could wear nothing else, ever, and be perfectly content.
So I walked to the dentist, and it was hot. When I got there, it was not nearly as cold inside as I had feared. Afterward, I walked home. It was hot again. When I got home, I took off both the shirt and the leggings.
The end.