Or as my friend would say Hee-yooouu-juh (she's from Louisiana).
No matter the season I seem to always want to dress in the exact opposite fabric that is required by the weather. Last November I went to a concert in Jersey wearing a tank top and no jacket. We walked half-way to the venue and had to turn around and run back to the car and put the heat on. Then we spent an hour deciding whether to drive a few blocks closer and park there. Sad.
And just this past weekend I went to the city. Does anyone know how hot it was in NY this past weekend. Blazing sweat dripping down the crack of your ass hot. Seriously. That's what the weather man said. And that morning I came out of the bedroom wearing a long-sleeved hooded sweater looking mighty cute I might add and when I rounded the corner my fiance took one look at me, shook his head, and said "seriously? seriously. why are you wearing a sweater?!"
Maybe it's that I don't like to have fashion dictated to me. Maybe it's because I like to buy things on sale so all my new stuff I am dying to wear is by definition out-of-season. Maybe it's because I'm pale as the white snow so when it's sunny I feel like covering up and when it's winter I wanna let it live! Or maybe I'm just an idiot.
But at least I'm not the only one.