Why is it that, when it comes to small talk, weather is the default topic of conversation? I imagine that it has something to do with the fact that everyone experiences the climate to some degree. It’s a sure-fire way to relate to one another. But, every time I comment on the weather, it irritates me. It makes me feel like a lazy conversationalist. I’m relying upon the mundane as opposed to using a little brain power to come up with something a bit more engaging. My lips say, “Can you believe this heat?” while my brain is saying, “Is that the best you can come up with, dummy?” But, in all fairness, has it not been insanely hot as of late? I realize that tomorrow marks the official arrival of fall, but I can’t stop dressing like I’m in Hawaii in July. Though I am typically one for form over function, I refuse to dress for the season if the season is not living up to it’s name. Hence the sundress in September. Here’s hoping that we get to break out those sweaters sooner rather than later. Because, quite frankly, I’m sick of talking about the weather.
Vintage hawaiian dress, Kelly Wearstler ball cuff (similar $), Artelier World Cuff, XIV Karats necklace (similar $$$$), Catbird, XIV Karats and ginette_ny rings (similar), Julie Hewett lipstick in Belle Noir
Photos by Michele LoBosco