Wednesday, July 16, 2008

Summer Skin

I don't want to jinx this, so let's keep it a secret, between you and me. [whisper] I think I have finally settled into my summer skin. Yes. I think have finally abandoned the looming feeling that the sun will not stay, that a gloomy raincloud is just around the corner, that summer will never fully appear in Portland this year.

It is a wonderful, liberating feeling.

Living in the Pacific NW has ingrained within me an appreciation for winter or seasonal dress, for the ability to meticulously place layer upon layer for warmth without looking like a bundled mess, or, at the very least, an un-chic bundled mess; for the ability to dress irrespective of, and unrestricted by, the rain. (Yes, I wear skirts, dresses, and sandals/peeptoe/non-rainboots/non-sneakers/aka what I consider to be my "normal shoes" during the rainy months. I do so without an umbrella at most times. I even hike, walk outside, etc. when it rains. gasp!)

Before my life in the Pacific NW, I lived for a short time in the tropics and then in perpetual-summer-California. The smell of sunkissed skin is a forged mainstay in my childhood memories. And, with that said, it should come as no suprise to you that I am happiest in the warmer months of the year. These are the months in which I am most in my element, and nothing seems more effortless--or more natural--than throwing on a gossamer dress and a pair of sandals.

As someone graciously informed me yesterday, however, I have about 7 weeks of summer left. That's it!?!?!

Oh, well, I guess I have these to look forward to--adorable pieces from a great French line:


Marion said...


Anonymous said...

love these!