Blonde on Blonde Revisited

 Hi, my midsummer maidens.  Pout here, reporting rather sheepishly for duty.

In case any of you haven't picked up on it, we've had a heatwave in GB this past week.

Our hottest temp since 1976 has been recorded.  And that was a drought summer, I was told, but I was living abroad and didn't experience it.

It was hotter here than Ibiza.  Skiathos.  Los Angeles.

I have decided that I like heatwaves.  I cannot imagine how many times I must have said "Gosh, it's hot" this past week.  But it was such a nice place to be.  I enjoy waking up to heat and seeing a clear blue sky every day.  I like planning my early morning walks so that I'm home again before the sun starts to sear.  I love sitting out in garden in the evening sun, with not a wisp of wind around to rustle the patio's olive tree or palms.  I wallow in sipping a sundowner and watching the sun drop down in a deep cerulean blue cloudless sky.

But the heatwave hasn't spawned OOTD pics.

My day job at home has been dealing with roofer, builder, window maker and electrician, making decisions about where things should go and how things should look as the roof is replaced and the big window area starts to take shape.  Or I've busied myself trying to make some sense out of the inevitable clutter and dust building up around me.

I've done a fair bit of work in the garden too.

So all of that meant I was invariably beclad in some variation of my heatwave uniform, that being shorts and camisole.

It goes without saying that no good OOTDs come out of such work and from such heat.

The rare breaks from my day job have been spent on the golf course or the beach and again, no cute outfits come out of those leisurely pursuits either.

Golf wear has consisted of a sleeveless polo shirt and more shorts.  Beachwear was a swimsuit over which I have thrown a beach dress or yet more shorts.  My focus was on keeping cool, and only now do I realise that my week in outfits has been photograph-unworthy.

BTW. as I write this post I have resolved to treat our next heatwave (in my dreams!) as being a holiday situation.  I will wake up each day and slip on something cool but cute, as one does on holiday.  And I will record my heatwave outfit for you, dear reader.

But all of that good intention stuff is now on back-burner as on Friday the heatwave broke.  We reverted overnight to "seasonal average", which meant a drop of about 10c degrees.

I have decided I don't like seasonal average.  Heatwave.  I like seasonal exception.  Who ever took my heatwave, please return it a.s.a.p. as I really do miss it.

So as it transpired, on the one day that I had to force myself to tidy up to go to the nailist*, that being Friday, instead of slipping on a pretty cool cotton summer slip dress, I wore a jumper!  Yup, my blonde on blonde look was revisited.  This time I tarted it up a tad with Clarks wedged sandals in nude, a white summer necklace and my recently rediscovered pink Tula crossover bag.  I hope my nailist appreciated my efforts, for she would not have liked having a be-shorted and camisoled Pout sitting opposite it her for a 45 minutes. 

* they're shelkac'ed CND Tutti Fruiti again, BTW

I hope she appreciated my laced up back view too, as I departed the salon.

So I apologise for my blonde on blonde revisit.  But during the writing of this post, my head has been a-buzzing with Dylan as I thought of my title.  The Blonde on Blonde album, the Highway 61 Revisited.  The title is a mashup of those two.  And in amongst all that cerebral mayhem, this song kept coming to me.  This is my "sorry gift" to you for not having taken shots of what I wore during the heatwave, even though the shots would have been none too pretty!

Enjoy.

Seasonal Average seems to be sticking around and Normal Service should therefore now resume with some half way decent and photographable clothing.  In my view, anyway!

Now, tell me, how do you dress in a heatwave?  Does style go out the refreshingly window as you reach for whatever is coolest?  Or do you seize the opportunity to hook out some of your cool-as-a-cucumber little wisps of dresses?

A la perchoine.