I make a point to rarely, if ever, bitch about hot weather. Sure, hot weather can suck, but I know that as soon as it turns cold I will miss it like a long, lost lover.
I’m in the minority.
People loooove the Fall. As soon as it turns a little bit chilly, people are automatically busting out the scarves (scarves can be fun I guess) and boots (I do love boots) and sweaters (eh) in a joyful glee while sipping enthusiastically their pumpkin spice lattes (not my thing) and cooking chili and soup galore (you can’t really hate soup).
I, however, am more reluctant. It’s like a cult, and I’m not a follower.
Given the choice, I would take summer all year long.
However, much to my chagrin, it seems that Fall has arrived in Virginia – and I was not ready for it.
I left work last night and the lovely 75 degree day I’d been so enamored with at lunch had turned into a blistery 55 degree (yes, to me 55 degrees is “blistery”), rainy evening of blah.
I was not prepared and I was not amused.
White girl problem though it may be, it made getting dressed very difficult this morning. I had to wear pants, and I hate pants. I won’t even lie and say that I didn’t throw a fit and that I wasn’t late to work.
I needed a warning that I was about to have to add 5 steps to my dressing routine. I felt blindsided. I forgot how to do it.
Layering is a pain in my ass (and expensive) and even the amazing pair of black riding boots shoved in the back corner of my closet aren’t enough to make me excited about it.
I’m pissed, and I want summer back right now.
If it wasn’t for college football, I would boycott this season all together.
I don’t even like the winter holidays. I’m a grinch like that.
I suppose I’ll come around. It is, after all, an excuse to go shopping (with all the money I don’t have) and find some pants that fit the extra weight I’ve found since moving to the East coast.
It’s also an excuse to make spicy chili and corn muffins on Sunday while watching football and hoping I can boost myself out of the bottom ranking on my fantasy league.
Still, it’s going to throw a major kink into my outfit plans for the weekend. White girl problem though it may be, I don’t care.
Screw the Fall.
Fall – love it or hate it? Surely someone out there agrees with me??