Brr. Our temp has dropped by 12-13 degrees in the last 36 hours. Our never-ending Indian Summer has, actually, ended. With a thump. We had no transition period. On Friday 5th I was standing in the garden watching fireworks at 10pm wearing a thin jersey top. No jacket. No cardi. No scarf.
On Sunday I went for a beach walk, dressed totally inappropriately, as it turned out.
Dressed for Friday, not Sunday.
This is how I dressed for what I believed would be yet another day of my endless Indian Summer.
Next (thin) linen mix v neck, Peacock (thin) jeans and scarf, Clarks ankle boots.
For the walk, I donned my Zara jac-ardi. Fortunately I grabbed a back-up scarf as I left the house.
I snugged myself as much as I possibly could with my afterthought Next animal print thick scarf. And still I absolutely froze! The ice-cold wind found its way through my thin clothing and through every gap in the jacardi.
Moments after this pic, I wrapped myself up in the scarf, blanket-style. And still I froze. The jacardi's not good for 7c temps. It looks like it's a jacket but it's a cardi, with a cardi's warmth only. Wearers need to know this.
During the walk, he kept reminding me that I should have worn this ...
Like I needed reminding during the bitterly cold beach walk I kept seeing images of this Uniqlo Lightweight Down puffa coat, hanging on the cloak-rail back home. The image of it seemed to pervade every cold bone, muscle and inch of flesh making up my freezing body. I imagined myself cocooned in its snug warmth.
I was experiencing mirages of it. Hallucinations were but a puff of icy wind away.
How I wished I had dressed for Sunday instead of Friday.
Have you had a nice gentle transitional change of temperatures from autumn to winter?
Or have you experienced a short, sharp shock like me?
You know, I'd really love to hear. It would make my wintry cold day.
A la perchoine.