The last weekend of August was hot and muggy. We used to call this weather “dead mosquitoes” when I was a child; perhaps because it just feels like…dead mosquitoes. Although, admittedly, I’m not really sure what dead mosquitoes feels like. Digressions aside, we tried to squeeze out a few more days at the pool on Saturday and Sunday. Technically, it was warm enough for a swim. Even so, it’s September. And things just feel different. 5 days and counting until school begins; an unknown number until I can actually wear a sweater. 112 sleeps until Christmas, I think (an ongoing question from the shorter members of our household).
I’ve given up on buying anything summer, and have been thinking “transition potential” with every piece I purchase. I know exactly what I’ll wear this dress with when the weather turns (opaque tights, boots, and a tan leather motorcycle jacket I scored for a great deal at Century 21). Monday I paired it with some sandals and my Chewbeads for a BBQ (the kiddos were in tow). Bonus wearability: multiple colors disguise things like blotches of baby food, sticky fingerprints, and split milk. It’s an ideal “mom” dress, if you will.
Hey fall, we are ready. All of us.