The UK, my home country, has spent the last couple of weeks bathed in an unhealthy combination of ultra violet rays and sweat inducing heat, that awful time of year popularly known as summer. I know that it isn’t a popular sentiment, but as a resident of the UK and of confirmed Celtic lineage I am confident in declaring my loathing for the scorching days of the mid year. I am fair skinned so I burn, I am intolerant to sweating, but most importantly I absolutely hate not being able to wear my favourite shirts and jackets.
The limiting factor which soaring mercury places on my wardrobe choices is a constant source of irritation to me. Some of my favourite clothes which I own are substantial shirts, hoodies and my beloved Trophy Clothing Reservoir Hood, which I would happily live in daily, whilst my lightest jeans weigh in at a not insubstantial 14.5oz. Please don’t misunderstand me, it isn’t that I’m not equip for summer, I have over 30 tee shirts which I like most of, I do own a few pairs of shorts and a couple of pairs of linen trousers which I actually don’t mind….but I prefer my jeans, shirts, hoodies and jackets.
The clothing choices of others infuriate me in summer also, there is a particular affliction common to Northern Europe where the first sign of sunshine forces people into shorts and tee shirts, whereas a cloud in the sky forces some of these loons to dig out a large puffer jacket to wear WITH their shorts !! It takes me every ounce of self control that I can muster to not physically or verbally assault people who do this, I mean what goes through their heads when they put that coat on? “My top half will definitely be colder than my legs?”, “I’m sure that I saw the Backstreet Boys do this in 1994?” The whole look is designed to infuriate.
I celebrated the summer solstice by putting on a thick flannel shirt and dreaming of what is to come in a few short months, the morning will get colder, the days will get shorter, and my wardrobe will go back to full use. All hail winter !