I'm in celebration mode today. It's the first day in a long time in Chicago where it is just chilly enough to wear opaque black tights and boots with a skirt and jacket, which is essentially my uniform. I survive the long, bleak fashion season - also known as summer - only by sheer force of will, knowing that someday soon I can wear the things that make me happy once again. Can you relate or are you questioning my sanity right now?
I lived in San Francisco for a few years and one of the things I loved about it was the lack of a sustained stretch of truly hot weather. You could pretty much rock a cute pair of tights year round and having a sweater on hand was necessary - essentially, it was fashion weather heaven.
When we moved to Chicago, I realized that I had indeed missed the 4-season weather of my East Coast childhood and was happy to return to the annual cycle changes. But, while I do love things about all the seasons, I have to admit that I really am happiest in Fall and Winter, especially when it comes to what I wear. I am most definitely a Snow Miser. Bring on the hats, mittens, scarves and wooly sweaters!
I'm curious where the Apartment Therapy regulars land on the seasonal spectrum. Are you happiest with what is in your closet when its sunny and sultry or cool and crisp?