Day in day out I have woken to find it piddling down with quite extraordinary volumes of H2O and have found my wardrobe decisions thrown into considerable disarray. It is hard enough thinking about making some form of fashionable statement each day (or at least trying to) it is quite another when the weather is somewhat atypical for the time of year. My main concern is that this adverse weather has come too early and that therefore the outfits that I am putting together now are in fact outfits that in an ideal world would not have made an appearence until the official change of the season. My only saving grace is that the temperature has remained relatively warm allowing me to maintain a minimal level of layering and save some elements of my wardrobe.
Monday saw me whipping out the knee highs and the black skinnies. A terrible occurence in mid August.
Throughout the week I have been saddened time and time again at being forced to turn my back on my newly purchased maxis and my faithful flowery dresses in favour of sensible items which do not soak excess water up to the thigh. Day after day I have seen more water than the average 18th century sailor would see in a maritime adventure. In all honesty this has resulted in a state of intense nervousness about the year to come and what on earth I am going to do. I am doomed to day upon day in shoes that can cope with monsoons and a ban on any form of tan that could run. I am entirely feared up about the perennial hair issue and have had at least three incidents involving an intense frizz crisis in the last week alone. This my friends, is no way to live.
Tuesday saw a mild reprive from rain although sunshine was far from common as we launched a campaign in Manchester with Steparoo the kangaroo.
I am increasingly alarmed that summer may in fact have ended and that Seasonal Affected Disorder could be a reality for me int he very near future if I don't even get to wear a pretty dress. I think we must all stick together, rebel against the weather and wear our most pretty flowery delights regardless of inclement conditions. This is the only way forward if we are to avoid sadness and embrace the mood of a summer in spite of the ridiculous climate.
Wednesday saw me braving the old sandals, this ended in tears for my feet as they were drowned in a sea of puddles whist negotiating the carpark.
Thursday was the rainiest day I have ever seen, as evidenced by the mild leak that appears to have emerged in my bedroom wall. In the evening there was a break in cloud and we dashed off out for a little work drinkie.
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