I never check the weather forecast. Every time I get stuck in a downpour, I tend to shrug my shoulders and wonder how everyone around me knew to carry umbrellas. I am always the girl wearing scarves when it’s 70 degrees and sunny and shivering in skimpy tank tops on uncommonly cold days. When people say, “Oh, it’s going to rain this weekend,” I am awestruck by their bravado. The weather seems to me as though it should be a surprise.Fast-forward four years later, to an 80-degree day. Let's call it September 22. I am wearing a sweater dress. With a turtleneck.
At least I'm consistent.