One of the joys of living in a northern climate is the changing seasons. I love it when fall comes around and I can "turn my closet" and pull out my heavy turtlenecks, boots, and tweed jackets after a summer of strappy sandals and white jeans. And spring brings the same joy. Supposedly. When it finally gets here, for more than twenty-four hours. But in the meantime, early spring dressing can be complicated. Because it almost takes a mathematical formula to decide what to wear.
Take for example one day a week or so ago when I wrote this post on my spring shopping wish list. That was a beautiful day. I had finished my spring research and was finalizing my list. Right down to deciding what I would wear when my planned shopping day rolled around the next week. Except, I never did get to wear my Theory spring anorak, with my black turtleneck, new Vince knit pants and my loafers. Because the day I should have been shopping, I was curled up with a book instead, watching the snow, and rain, and freezing rain blow sideways past our sun room windows. Retirement means I can usually jettison my plans if the weather is uncooperative. So I had a very quiet day, a sweat pant and no make-up day. In fact, the most exciting thing all day was watching the enormous flocks of geese trying to land on the river in the gale force gusts of wind. Phew. It was a pretty hairy day to be a Canada goose.
So when I had a physiotherapy appointment one sunny day, a few days later, and had to run errands after, I decided to finally venture out in my Theory jacket. I swapped out the black Vince turtleneck for my white one, and traded the loafers for my Stan Smith Adidas. Comfy, casual, easy to change for my physio appointment. Perfect.
But. Even though the day was sunny and gorgeous, it looked too cool for the light jacket and the Vince, silky turtleneck. So I added an orange V-neck sweater for warmth. Yep. A great spring run around outfit. Until I stuck my head out the door. Ah... nope... brrrr. Turned out it was way too cool for bare ankles. And even for the two light sweaters.
Better but still chilly for a day with a wind chill.
So, in order to decide what to wear, I had to do "some ciphering," as Jed Clampett used to say on the Beverly Hillbillies. Remember that show from the sixties? When I was a kid Mum used to say that our family life on the farm sometimes resembled that of the Clampetts.... sheep in the car, pigs in the driveway... but that's a tale for another post.
Anyhoo, it was too cold that day for bare ankles, and a light sweater (or even two.) Too springy for my winter coat. Not cold enough for gloves or, heaven forbid, a scarf and toque. I subtracted the Vince T-neck, the orange Gap sweater, and the sneakers, added my camel turtleneck from Aritzia, and my Paul Green boots. And socks. Finally. I was warm, and I still felt springy.
When I showed up for my physio appointment, Erin the receptionist and I chatted about how hard it was to dress for spring days like this: sunny + cool + a stiff wind. Erin said people had been arriving at the clinic in every possible combination of winter and spring outfits. I said if you wanted to wear a light jacket, you had to add a heavy sweater + socks. "Fashion math is hard," Erin said. And we both laughed. "That's brilliant," I replied. "Can I steal that line?" She said I could.
|Perfect for sunny + chilly + windy spring day|
Which brings me to today, when I've got things to do and places to be. From every angle, it was a miserable early spring day. Although it was glorious yesterday, today dawned damp and cold. My physio appointment outfit above would have worked fine. Except now it was raining.
|Weather trifecta: cold, grey, rainy|
Did you get all that? See? Fashion math isn't hard at all.
|Early spring rainy day outfit|
You know, I think it's kind of a hoot that I'm getting so much city wear out of my Hunter boots and my Gortex jacket this year. Especially since I bought them for canoeing and fishing. Yesterday I wore them for our afternoon tramp across the fields near our house. I even sloshed through a few mud puddles. Of course I had subtracted the Mackage bag, and substituted an old tee shirt for my good camel sweater. I might wear some of my country clothes to town but, like my mum taught all us kids, I never wear my good clothes out to play.
|And the hood is an extra bonus|
Here's hoping that this all adds up. I always was pretty good at math... but I'm a bit rusty, I'll admit. So, fingers are crossed.
How do you handle the complications of early spring outfit planning? Do you need fashion math to get dressed?
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